“Triumphant Achilles” by Franz Matsch.‘The Trojan War’ by Evan Mantyk The Society July 9, 2013 Poetry 2 Comments The Trojan War has finished its long course. Achaeans won by sneaking past the vaulting walls As if they were a gift: a wooden horse. A decade done, at last the city falls! And yet the riches found were not it all, Along with war, there came a great resource Achilles’ n’ Agamemnon’s egos tall Were humbled to the ground with mighty force. The greatest hero and Achaean king Saw limits to their sight and faced their error; Their compromise, a wretched shineless thing, Was their most brilliant and enlight’ning treasure. Amidst life’s war, when warrior wills compete, Just do your job and one day bitter’s sweet. (Revised 6/19/2017) Evan Mantyk is president of the Society and teaches history and literature in the Hudson Valley region of New York. Views expressed by individual poets and writers on this website and by commenters do not represent the views of the entire Society. The comments section on regular posts is meant to be a place for civil and fruitful discussion. Pseudonyms are discouraged. The individual poet or writer featured in a post has the ability to remove any or all comments by emailing submissions@ classicalpoets.org with the details and under the subject title “Remove Comment.” Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Related 2 Responses Bruce Dale Wise July 10, 2013 The octave in your The Trojan War uses a rhyme scheme, ababbaba, which has interesting possibilities, because it goes back upon itself. I also like your rhyme of error and treasure. The painter and the painting you have coupled with your poem I am unfamiliar with. I’ll have to do some Internet research. Reply Bruce Dale Wise July 18, 2013 The Triumph of Achilles by Franz Matsch, 1892 The Triumph of Achilles by Franz Matsch is found upon the upper hall of the Achilleon, a palace in Corfu. Dead Hector’s dragged around Troy in the panoramic fresco. Achilles, on his chariot, holds Hector’s helmet in his hand high up and out. This is the end of Ilion. In Matsch’s action shot, black horses lead the band of Greeks that follow, mostly on foot, though there are some charioteers. Bright Achilles, tall and grand, is the commanding figure; Hector, lean and bare, is, as the dirty mud Matsch draws him into, browned, at a right angle to Achilles, strong and fair. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel Reply Your email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email. Notify me of new posts by email. This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.