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WUSTL Life/Lines (4/20/20)



April 20



Write a short poem (rhyming not necessary) that includes each of the following 5 words (anywhere and in any order). Poems should not exceed 7 or 8 lines.

Breath
Last
Rage
Close
Fortune

“Rage-Goddess, sing the rage of Peleus’ son Achilles, murderous, doomed, that cost the Achaeans countless losses.”
King Agamemnon held his fortune too close, his pride doubly cursing his great fighters’ their bodies made carrion.
Apollo, son of Zeus and Leto, incensed by the dishonorable treatment of his priest by mortal Agamemnon,swept a fatal plague through the army that spread upon man’s own breath.
Man killing Rage flowed through Achilles’ blade as well, driving it toward his King but Pallas Athena appeared before him beckoning caution.
Wise men fear the Gods and Achilles stayed his rage and returned to his men at last.

Poems submitted for April 20 

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