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Memorial

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by Alice Oswald


  Arrogant farmhand fresh from the fields

  He went straight for Agamemnon

  Aiming for the soft bit under the breastplate

  And leaning in pushing all his violence

  All his crazy impatience into the thrust

  But he couldn’t quite break through the belt-metal

  Against all that silver the spear-tip

  Simply bent like lead and he lost

  Poor Iphidamas now he is only iron

  Sleeping its iron sleep poor boy

  Who fought for Helen for his parents’ town

  Far from his wife all that money wasted

  A hundred cattle he gave her

  A thousand sheep and goats

  All that hard work feeding them wasted

  Grief is black it is made of earth

  It gets into the cracks in the eyes

  It lodges its lump in the throat

  When a man sees his brother on the ground

  He goes mad he comes running out of nowhere

  Lashing without looking and that was how COON died

  First he wounded Agamemnon

  Then he grabbed his brother’s stiffened foot

  And tried to drag him home shouting

  Help for god’s sake this is Iphidamas

  Someone please help but Agamemnon

  Cut off his head and that was that

  Two brothers killed on the same morning by the same man

  That was their daylight here finished

  And their long nightshift in the underworld just beginning

  Like when two winds want a wood

  The south wind and the east wind

  Both pull at the trees’ arms

  And the sound of smooth-skinned cornel whipping to and fro

  And oak and ash batting long sticks together

  Is a word from another world

  Like when two winds want a wood

  The south wind and the east wind

  Both pull at the trees’ arms

  And the sound of smooth-skinned cornel whipping to and fro

  And oak and ash batting long sticks together

  Is a word from another world

  ASAEUS

  AUTONOOS

  OPITES

  DOLOPS

  OPHELTIUS

  AGELAOS

  AESYMNUS

  ORUS

  HIPPONOUS

  THYMBRAIUS

  MOLION

  Like fawns running over a field

  Suddenly give up and stand

  Puzzled in their heavy coats

  Like fawns running over a field

  Suddenly give up and stand

  Puzzled in their heavy coats

  Also ADRESTUS and AMPHIUS

  Everyone knew they were going to die

  They were the sons of Merops the prophet

  He begged them to stay at home but they couldn’t listen

  Their own ghosts were calling them to Troy

  Immaculate in clean linen

  They set out together but Death

  Was already walking to meet them

  Like a goatherd stands on a rock

  And sees a cloud blowing towards him

  A black block of rain coming closer over the sea

  Pushing a ripple of wind inland

  He shivers and drives his flocks into a cave for shelter

  Like a goatherd stands on a rock

  And sees a cloud blowing towards him

  A black block of rain coming closer over the sea

  Pushing a ripple of wind inland

  He shivers and drives his flocks into a cave for shelter

  And HIPPODAMOS died

  Like a traveller trudging across a plain

  Who comes to a river and stands helpless

  Looking down at that foamy swiftness sweeping to the sea

  And takes a step back

  And HYPEIROCHOS died

  Like a farm boy looking after the pigs

  Who tries to cross a river in a rainstorm

  And gets swept away

  Typical competitive pride and madness

  Made AGASTRAPHUS get out of his chariot

  And walk and keep walking with no back-up

  No friend no horse as far as the front line

  Of course he was wounded he lay dying

  Thinking if only if only the mind

  Was more straightforward and efficient

  What was I doing thinking I could walk

  Through all that iron on my own

  And us

  Said THOON

  ENNOMUS

  CHERSIDAMAS

  Like a fish in the wind

  Jumps right out of its knowledge

  And lands on the sand

  Like a fish in the wind

  Jumps right out of its knowledge

  And lands on the sand

  Come back to your city SOCUS

  Your father is a rich man a breeder of horses

  And your house has deep decorated baths and long passages

  But he and his brother weren’t listening

  Like men on wire walking over the underworld

  CHAROPS died first killed by Odysseus

  Then Socus who was running by now

  Felt the rude punch of a spear in his back

  Push through his heart and out the other side poor Socus

  Trying to get away from his own ending

  Ran out his last moments in fear of the next ones

  But this is it now this is the mud of Troy

  This is black wings coming down every evening

  Bird’s feathers on your face

  Unmaking you mouthful by mouthful

  Eating your eyes your open eyes

  Which your mother should have closed

  Like when the wind comes ruffling at last to sailors adrift

  Trying to manage the broken springs of their muscles

  And lever and lift those well-rubbed oars

  Making tiny dents in the ocean

  Like when the wind comes ruffling at last to sailors adrift

  Trying to manage the broken springs of their muscles

  And lever and lift those well-rubbed oars

  Making tiny dents in the ocean

  And

  DORYCLES

  PANDOCUS

  LYSANDER

  PYRASUS

  PYLARTES

  APISAON

  All vigorous men

  All vanished

  Like in Autumn under the dripping wind

  The earth’s clothes grow heavy she can hardly stand

  God rains on the roof hammering his fists down

  He has had enough of violent smiling men

  Now every one of us is being looked at

  Under the rain’s lens

  Now the rivers are filling they are overfilling

  There are streams sawing through hills

  Cutting up the grass into islands

  Everything is clattering to the sea

  This is water’s world

  And the works of men are vanishing

  Like in Autumn under the dripping wind

  The earth’s clothes grow heavy she can hardly stand

  God rains on the roof hammering his fists down

  He has had enough of violent smiling men

  Now every one of us is being looked at

  Under the rain’s lens

  Now the rivers are filling they are overfilling

  There are streams sawing through hills

  Cutting up the grass into islands

  Everything is clattering to the sea

  This is water’s world

  And the works of men are vanishing

  DAMASOS the Trojan

  Running at a man thinking kill kill

  In years to come someone will find his helmet

  Shaped like a real head

  And PYLON

  ORMENOS

  HIPPOMACHOS

  ANTIPHATES

  MENON


  IAMENOS

  ORESTES

  Like the war cries of cranes going south escaping the rain

  Every winter the clang of their wings going over us

  And the shock of their parachutes

  Landing on someone else’s fields

  Like the war cries of cranes going south escaping the rain

  Every winter the clang of their wings going over us

  And the shock of their parachutes

  Landing on someone else’s fields

  EPICLES a Southerner from sunlit Lycia

  Climbed the Greek wall remembering the river

  That winds between his wheatfields and his vineyards

  He was knocked backwards by a rock

  And sank like a diver

  The light in his face went out

  Like the shine of a sea swell

  Lifting and flattening silently

  When water makes way for the wind

  And dreams of its storms

  Huge waves hang in a hush

  Uncertain which way to fall

  Until a breeze breaks them

  Like the shine of a sea swell

  Lifting and flattening silently

  When water makes way for the wind

  And dreams of its storms

  Huge waves hang in a hush

  Uncertain which way to fall

  Until a breeze breaks them

  Honourable IMBRIOS left his house in Pedaios

  And took lodgings in a drafty street in Troy

  He could have been a rich man

  He married Priam’s daughter Medesicaste

  But his marriage was a death warrant

  How can you kiss a rolling head

  Even AMPHIMACHOS died and he was a rarity

  A green-eyed changeable man from Elis

  He was related to Poseidon

  You would think the sea could do something

  But it just lifted and flattened lifted and flattened

  Like a stone

  Stands by a grave and says nothing

  Like a stone

  Stands by a grave and says nothing

  In this love-story there was a man

  Who wanted to marry Cassandra

  And she was Priam’s bright-eyed neurotic

  Most beautiful daughter

  And he was OTHRYON the dreamer

  Who came from Cabesus with no money

  When he offered his life for her hand

  Her father accepted

  And so the dreamer went blushing into battle and died

  And everyone laughed and laughed

  Except Cassandra

  Like a deer in the hills wounded

  Keeps running in pain

  There are dogs following her bloodprints

  But she goes on and on escaping into loneliness

  To the very breaking of her being

  Until it happens in some shadowy wood on a hilltop

  She gives up

  And the dogs set about eating her

  But at last at evening a lion appears

  A huge angel wandering the hills laying claim to the dead

  And the dogs scatter

  At last at evening a lion appears

  A huge angel wandering the hills laying claim to the dead

  And the dogs scatter

  Oh ASIUS ASIUS how has he done this

  Now he bangs down his knuckles on his knees

  He feels so luminous stupid

  Sitting in god’s headlights trembling

  In the narrow opening to the grave

  He was told to dismount

  And proceed on foot to the Greek camp

  But he couldn’t hear he couldn’t stop

  Having ridden those shining horses

  Over the Selleis and the Simois

  And all the stony way from Arisbe to Troy

  Like when winnowers bang their shovels down

  Black beans and chickpeas jump in the wind

  Their seed-shrouds flit along the ground

  Like when winnowers bang their shovels down

  Black beans and chickpeas jump in the wind

  Their seed-shrouds flit along the ground

  Somebody’s husband somebody’s daughter’s husband

  Stood there stunned by fear

  Like a pillar like a stunted tree

  He couldn’t bend his stones

  He couldn’t walk his roots

  His armour was useless it simply

  Cried out and broke open oh

  There stood ALCATHOUS and a spear

  Knowing nothing of his wedding

  Not knowing his feelings or his wife’s face

  Or her doting parents or her incredible needlework

  That spear went straight through his heart

  And began to tick tick tick but not for love

  Like a knife-winged hawk

  Balanced on a cliff with no foothold

  Not even a goat can climb there

  Like when he lifts his blades and begins

  That faultless fall

  Through the birds of the valley

  Like a knife-winged hawk

  Balanced on a cliff with no foothold

  Not even a goat can climb there

  Like when he lifts his blades and begins

  That faultless fall

  Through the birds of the valley

  OINOMAOS

  ASKALAPHOS

  APHAREUS

  THOON

  ANTILOCHUS

  DEIPUROS

  PEISANDER

  HARPALION not quite ready for life

  Not quite solid always shifting from foot to foot

  With his eyes sliding everywhere in fear

  Followed his father to war

  He never came back to that house

  Three storeys high on the River Parthenios

  It was horrible the death-howl

  Of the father finding him gone

  Like deer always moving on and looking back

  Knowing they are wanted by wolves they keep

  Stepping away through the pillars of the woods

  Knowing their guests are waiting

  Like deer always moving on and looking back

  Knowing they are wanted by wolves they keep

  Stepping away through the pillars of the woods

  Knowing their guests are waiting

  EUCHENOR a kind of suicide

  Carried the darkness inside him of a dud choice

  Either he could die at home of sickness

  Or at Troy of a spearwound

  His mother was in tears

  His father was in tears but

  Cold as a coin he took the second option

  Seeing as otherwise he’d have had to pay a fine

  It was no surprise when an arrow pierced his neck

  He recognised that prick of darkness

  Like a stallion tugging at a rope breaks loose at last

  And his gallop is a drumbeat shaking the valley

  There he goes heading straight for the river

  Longing to wash in that clattering rush of cold

  When he holds his head high and runs like a king

  Under the wind-blown banner of his mane

  Then he knows his knees are going to lift him forever

  And a grassy cloth has been spread on the fields for his pleasure

  Like a stallion tugging at a rope breaks loose at last

  And his gallop is a drumbeat shaking the valley

  There he goes heading straight for the river

  Longing to wash in that clattering rush of cold

  When he holds his head high and runs like a king

  Under the wind-blown banner of his mane

  Then he knows his knees are going to lift him forever

  And a grassy cloth has been spread on the fields for his pleasure

  Who could be more ordinary than SATNIUS

  The son of Water

  When he died the River was so cold

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nbsp; You’d never think it was his mother

  And PROTHOENOR died

  And then a spear with its own willpower

  Flying towards another man

  Chose to miss him at the last minute

  And struck ARCHELOCHUS

  Like the changing mind

  That moves a cloud off a mountain

  And makes rocks and cliffs appear

  Pushing the landshape’s sharp edges up

  Through more and more air

  Like the changing mind

  That moves a cloud off a mountain

  And makes rocks and cliffs appear

  Pushing the landshape’s sharp edges up

  Through more and more air

  Then PROMACHUS fell forgetting everything

  Like when they’re cutting ash poles in the hills

  The treetops fall as soft as cloth

  Like when they’re cutting ash poles in the hills

  The treetops fall as soft as cloth

  ILIONEUS an only child ran out of luck

  He always wore that well-off look

  His parents had a sheep farm

  They didn’t think he would die

  But a spear stuck through his eye

  He sat down backwards

  Trying to snatch back the light

  With stretched out hands

  Like oak trees swerving out of the hills

  And setting their faces to the wind

  Day after day being practically lifted away

  They are lashed to the earth

  And never let go

  Gripping on darkness

  Like oak trees swerving out of the hills

  And setting their faces to the wind

  Day after day being practically lifted away

  They are lashed to the earth

  And never let go

  Gripping on darkness

  Now STICHIUS has gone and ARCESILAUS

  Like smoke leaving the earth vanishing up

  When a town is under attack on a faraway island

  All day in a trance of war men murder each other

  But at dusk silence only the fingers of fires

  Lifting their question to the mainland

  Is there anybody there please help

  Like smoke leaving the earth vanishing up

  When a town is under attack on a faraway island

  All day in a trance of war men murder each other

  But at dusk silence only the fingers of fires

  Lifting their question to the mainland

  Is there anybody there please help

  Poor wandering MEDON born out of wedlock

  Stuck his hand into this ice-cold world

  And didn’t like it but he had no choice

  Grew up in Locris under the smile

  Of a slim respectable stepmother

  And murdered her brother

  Then it was years of sleeping under bushes

  He went north to Phylace then north to Troy

  And at last in the ninth year

  Death kicked him and he kicked it back

  He was close to no one

  Like when a donkey walking by a cornfield

  Decides to stop

 

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