R.M. ENGELHARDT

Poet Writer Author Albany NY

Greek

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In his grief-stricken dreams
he sees her, joy and pain.
He reaches out to touch,
but her figure slips through
his desperate arms
and is gone, lost forever,
drifting on the wings of sleep.

~ Aeschylus, Agamemnon

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