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The Footsteps

March 22, 2010

Eagles of coral
adorn the ebony bed
where Nero lies fast asleep—
callous, peaceful, happy,
in the prime of his body’s strength,
in the fine vigor of youth.

But in the alabaster hall that holds
the ancient shrine of the Aenobarbi
how restless the household gods—
they tremble, the little Lares,
and try to hide their insignificant bodies.
They’ve heard a terrible sound,
a deadly sound coming up the stairs,
iron footsteps that shake the staircase;
and now faint with fear, the miserable Lares
scramble to the back of the shrine,
shoving each other and stumbling,
one little god falling over another,
because they know what kind of sound that is,
know by now the footsteps of the Furies.

C.P. Cavafy

  1. afarensis, FCD
    March 23, 2010 at 8:10 am

    Off topic, but I thought you might be interested in this item on Macho B

  2. Marilyn
    March 27, 2010 at 2:02 pm

    Apprehensively facinating

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