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Storms over Paris
I tremble like a restless leaf
And quake beneath the looming clouds
That gather anger in their wake,
And all the earth with darkness shrouds.
That tempest pitch from Sparta comes
Convulsing the Ægean Sea
With ruthless storms toward ilium,
Where this fair maiden is with me.
Oh, go back Fate to purer days—
When light refulgent filled the skies;
When Troy knew spring, and I knew love;
When joy fell soft from Helen’s eyes …
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When Paris eloped with Helen from Sparta, ‘stealing’ her away to his homeland of Ilium (i.e. Troy), the entire Greek world of the Achaeans sought revenge and set out over the black Ægean Sea to wreak havoc on the Trojans. This is hardly typical of my method, but in this particular case the title of the poem proceeded the poem itself. I thought it would be fun to have an innocently deceptive title, so that whoever saw it would think that the poem would be about rain showers over Paris, France—not the looming destruction of Troy. more »
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