Antigone Poems - Poems about Antigone

...Antigone did That which Gods from her wanted Bowing to no one Freedom fighting girl Ethic’ly responsible A riot God sent Freedom in God’s book Resistance to oppression ......Read More

...Heat Lightening by Michael R. Burch Each night beneath the elms, we never knew which lights beyond dark hills might stall, advance, then lurch into strange headbeams tilted up like searchlight......Read More

...Germ of essence. Human blob. Shattered eggshell to the chicklet hatched. Interlocking family of a kingdom. Beget or begone? Antigone! Pouch bearing mammal with no issue for her milk a plen......Read More

...Der Abschied (“The Parting”) by Bertolt Brecht loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch We embrace; my fingers trace rich cloth while yours encounter only moth- eaten fabric. A ......Read More

...Die Bücherverbrennung ("The Burning of the Books") by Bertolt Brecht loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch When the Regime commanded the unlawful books to be burned, teams of du......Read More

...Expressions of grief, the eyes of a child An ending in sight —all nature reviled (McCarran Airport: January, 2020) ......Read More

...Ancient arenas Dot valleys of green Olive tree lined Stoic serene Gone is the echo The sounds of the play Done is the suffering Of Antigone Daughter of Gods Caring and kind Her brother’......Read More

...--Isn’t She a Daughter of Oedipus?-- Isn’t she Antigone? In search of a fallen prince, who roams in the battlefield where the corpses of defeated warriors lie gruesomely in streams of blood. ......Read More

...--Who Is That Blind Man?-- I saw a sightless gloomy looking man and two little girls; walking hand-in-hand through the deserted field in the dusk. The man’s eyelids were deeply sunk into th......Read More

...If there be such a thing as fate and of the actions of men only one ordained path then how and why like blood do all stemmed and branched things grow rooted on the endless roads of eternal light an......Read More

...I am the face of misery My life, a dissonance of autumn and spring, The years are written in the same Lugubrious, nostalgic grey How can it be the author to blame? I cannot scream this all away… Burn......Read More