Monday, September 24, 2012

Poem a Day XXIV


Niobe

How fierce the sun, which beats down on the head,
like wearing fire for a crown;
merciless, it heats the town

to oven-heat, and bakes it like day's bread --
arrows formed of gilded rays,
the sun Niobe's sons slays.

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