'Must you rend me,
Derelict that I am, Aeneas? Spare me,
Now I am inthe grave; spare your clean hands
Defilement. I am no foreigner; old Troy
Gave birth to me; this blood drips fromno tree.
Ah, put the savage land behind you! Leave
This shore of greed! I am Polydorus.
An iron hedge of spears coevered my body,
Pinned down here, and the pointed shafts took root.'
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Aeneid - pg. 66
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