Death is Greek to me, a tongue I must learn.
In it agony means not grievous pain
but the throes of crossing tempetuous seas
toward one’s own island harbor of death.
Nostos is algos, homecoming, torment.
Poetry by George Lang
Death is Greek to me, a tongue I must learn.
In it agony means not grievous pain
but the throes of crossing tempetuous seas
toward one’s own island harbor of death.
Nostos is algos, homecoming, torment.