Thanks, takes me back many decades to college days. So I bought the Jonathan Barnes translation, $0.99 for my kindle.
I have started writing poetry and the pure thinking of those men inspire me. I've also been studying the poetry of Alfred Lord Tennyson, T S Eliot, Robert Frost, Ralph Emerson, and others. This is poetry of days gone by just as are the great philosophers.
My significant other had a tooth ache a few days ago, so I wrote a poem entitled, “TOOTH” as a joke. He took it to the dentist, (he does have to have a root canal) and dentist laughed and loved it, and is having it framed.
Here it is:
TOOTH
Pain – Oh, No!
Maybe it will go away (or decay).
What to do, wait and hope or give in to dismay.
Used Orajel to no avail.
It is throbbing now, too much pain to allow.
Call the dentist, only option now.
How much pain do you have, on a scale to ten being worse.
What a question to ask, it hurts like hell now, a living curse.
Emergency appointment or I will be in a death hearse.
Pills? Take pills? Live with this for days before pills remove infection.
Root canal after that, the worst of the worst, dread the injection.
Nitrous oxide, yes, give it to me, no objection.
Floating now, what is he doing in my mouth?
I feel something but my brain has gone south.
It’s over you say. Let me out of here, never to come another day.
Unless another tooth pain comes my way.
Marci Derrick
3-10-2016