Julius CaesarA Poem by Gleb ZavlanovA great, yet tragic emperor...
Oh,
Caesar, though our touch is lost in time: Weeks,
passing years, and years long eons, passed, I
still can hear and feel in learnéd rhyme Your
essence. Like some bee which has amassed Sweets
of the digitalis and the rose, So
have you much amassed in glory’s sack. Yet
just as power strengthens, so greed grows And
weighs much heavy burdens on the back! Oh,
Caesar, stricken soul who now weeps on The
fallen ashes of your flaming lands Who
roamed into the gold of Egypt’s sun The
spirit who travailed on its sands, It looks as if the boon of glory’s womb Had come to stow the image of your tomb © 2014 Gleb ZavlanovReviews
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Added on January 25, 2014Last Updated on January 25, 2014 AuthorGleb ZavlanovAboutHello there. I'm an aspiring poet. Nothing makes me happier than to bring delight to the hearts of my readers and to bring delight to myself by reading other peoples' work. Poetry is, in my opinion, o.. more..Writing
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