Entelechy
Again with Aristotle, unseen treasure “zap” into poems,
no wonder tyrants hate the stuff.
Here comes Philoctetes with his stinking wound–
even he has poetry under his tongue–
even he makes the gods listen
like children at the orchestra.
When Zeus heard pain the first time
he thought insects were in his ears;
he wanted his mother,
then understood
he never had one.
I love this. The last sentence, for me, speaks to the drawbacks of being divine.
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