A chained galley slave might have been unable to escape a rapidly-sinking oil tanker.
Yes yes, the glorious ancient Greeks of Athens in the Golden Age of Pericles were in the energy business, olive oil to be exact. It's what made them rich enough to build beautiful temples, write great plays and think durable thoughts. Makes you wonder why Texas and Saudi Arabia don't produce more interesting culture.
The Black Sea rolls, the Caspian sings
In the rooms of her fresh-water mansion
Tyrrhenian steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sponge men
And farther below, Mediterranean
Takes in what Aegean can send her
And Amphorae boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of Aeolus remembered
The searchers all say they'd have made Glyphadia
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the corpses of the slaves
and the astrolabes and computers.
Does anyone know where the love of Zeus goes
when the waves turn the minutes to hours?
Brilliant
A chained galley slave might have been unable to escape a rapidly-sinking oil tanker.
Yes yes, the glorious ancient Greeks of Athens in the Golden Age of Pericles were in the energy business, olive oil to be exact. It's what made them rich enough to build beautiful temples, write great plays and think durable thoughts. Makes you wonder why Texas and Saudi Arabia don't produce more interesting culture.
The Black Sea rolls, the Caspian sings
In the rooms of her fresh-water mansion
Tyrrhenian steams like a young man's dreams
The islands and bays are for sponge men
And farther below, Mediterranean
Takes in what Aegean can send her
And Amphorae boats go as the mariners all know
With the gales of Aeolus remembered
Awesome.
The searchers all say they'd have made Glyphadia
if they'd put fifteen more miles behind 'er.
They might have split up or they might have capsized;
they may have broke deep and took water.
And all that remains is the corpses of the slaves
and the astrolabes and computers.
The legend lives on from the Minoans on down
Of the big lake they call Mesogeios
You need to record this!
Indeed. Just got a new guitar too so I'm all ready to try something.
The lake it is said never gives up her dead
When the skies of Pyanepsion turn caliginous
(I assume that rhymes with "Mesogeios")
That's it! Or, perhaps:
The waters it's said never give up their dead
when the sea of Aegean turns oleaginous
That's the only other rhyme I can think of.