Poem: Phadeo

[selket531]

The glorious youth turned from the basket seller,

forgetten, the violets wet with dew scattered, 

left behind upon the white marble steps

as he heard heaven's doors open 
at the sound of the burnished voice,
that spoke and thus smote his past
freeing him thereon from all restraint. 

 

 

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I have always been fascinated by Phadeo, and wrote this poem to honor him.
 Lysis.  
1/13/15

Comments

[toujours_nigel]

This is beautiful. Thanks so much for sharing it with us.

Merci!

[selket531]

I am glad you enjoyed my work. Are there any other poets on the site? I love reading and writing poetry.

[fawatson]

Clearly Phaedo's relationship with Sokrates has inspired you as much as him! Nicely done.

Thank you...

[selket531]

So much for the comment. Yes, I agree! Phadeo fascinates me. He must have been a remarkable individual to have caught Sokrates' attention so.