Dogs bark at the moon. Men recite poetry around the fire.
Shield against shield
keep the shield wall tight.
And the gift of death
they bring, let no man take.
In the hospitality of war
we left them their dead
as a gift for them to remember us by.
Archilochus. (C. 680 B.C. - C. 645 B.C.)
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I checked in advance of posting this. It looks like I'm the only one here to post poetry by Archilochus. Phew.
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