Three Short Poems Published January 23, 2018 by suprusr 0 “The underground roads Are, as the dead prefer them, Always tortuous.” “When he looked the cave in the eye, Hercules Had a moment of doubt.” Leaning out over The dreadful precipice, One contemptuous tree.” Related posts: Under Which Lyre The Shield of Achilles The Quest In Praise Of Limestone suprusr Published in Poems
