Three Poems

Iphigenia in Aulis

With leftover horses and pompous haste,
obedient to my father the king,
we crossed to the harbor town, my mother and I,
in separate veils of dust,
acting out the pretext of our summons—
that I was to wed spear-wielding Achilles,
despoiler of cities and women.

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