Photo of the Temple of Artemis' ruins‘The Seven Wonders of the Ancient World And What Became of One of Them’ by James A. Tweedie The Society August 4, 2018 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 9 Comments καὶ κραναᾶς Βαβυλῶνος ἐπίδρομον ἅρμασι τεῖχος καὶ τὸν ἐπ᾽ Ἀλφειῷ Ζᾶνα κατηυγασάμην, κάπων τ᾽ αἰώρημα, καὶ Ἠελίοιο κολοσσόν, καὶ μέγαν αἰπεινᾶν πυραμίδων κάματον, μνᾶμά τε Μαυσώλοιο πελώριον ἀλλ᾽ ὅτ᾽ ἐσεῖδον Ἀρτέμιδος νεφέων ἄχρι θέοντα δόμον, κεῖνα μὲν ἠμαύρωτο † δεκηνιδε νόσφιν Ὀλύμπου ἅλιος οὐδέν πω τοῖον ἐπηυγάσατο. I have set eyes on the wall of lofty Babylon on which is a road for chariots, and the statue of Zeus by the Alpheus, and the hanging gardens, and the colossus of the Sun, and the huge labour of the high pyramids, and the vast tomb of Mausolus; but when I saw the house of Artemis that mounted to the clouds, those other marvels lost their brilliancy, and I said, “Lo, apart from Olympus, the Sun never looked on aught so grand.” Antipater of Sidon—Greek Anthology IX.58 (Translator Unknown) I. Atop the walls of lofty Babylon A road so broad that chariots could pass, With hanging gardens green as springtime grass; A scene most fair to set my eyes upon. The sculpted Zeus beside Alpheus’ stream; The pyramids by mighty labor done; Mausolus’ tomb; Colossus of the Sun; (And Pharos); each entrancing as a dream. But when I saw the house of Artemis That mounted to the clouds as if in flight, Those other marvels crumbled into sand; Their glory dimmed by such a sight as this. But for Olympus, bathed in golden light, The Sun has never looked on aught so grand. II. Ephesian Artemis—In ancient days Great multitudes of pilgrims travelled from The farthest reaches of the earth to come And offer you their sacrifice and praise. Your shrine renowned, it’s beauty unsurpassed, Each day caressed by rosy-fingered dawn, A wonder of the ancient world, now gone; A fallen ruin whose glory did not last. Today a mismatched column stands alone— Your cenotaph encircled by a mire. The aerie of a stork your abject crown. How quickly Time erodes immortal stone. And snatches from our eyes what we admire; Whose hand grasps even gods and throws them down. James A. Tweedie is a recently retired pastor living in Long Beach, Washington. He likes to walk on the beach with his wife. He has written and self-published four novels and a collection of short stories. He has several hundred unpublished poems tucked away in drawers. NOTE: The Society considers this page, where your poetry resides, to be your residence as well, where you may invite family, friends, and others to visit. Feel free to treat this page as your home and remove anyone here who harasses or disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which comment or comments you would like removed. The Society does not endorse any views expressed in individual poems or comments and reserves the right to remove any comments to maintain the decorum of this website and the integrity of the Society. Share this:Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) 9 Responses James Sale August 4, 2018 Love the wonder and grandeur of this James. Very evocative indeed – that last line is especially wonderful. Well done. Reply David Paul Behrens August 4, 2018 Masterfully written dual sonnets, wonderfully and awfully good. Reply Amy Foreman August 4, 2018 Excellent poetry, James! This was a pleasure to read. Reply C.B. Anderson August 4, 2018 Egads, James. Shades of Ozymandius. Reply C.B. Anderson August 4, 2018 That would be Ozymandias, of course. Reply C.B. Anderson August 4, 2018 Never underestimate the power of a schwa to undermine correct spelling. Reply James A. Tweedie August 4, 2018 C.B. Te absolvo. And ty all for the affirming words. Reply David Watt August 5, 2018 James, the theme and style also reminded me of Ozymandias. I like how you have maintained a high standard throughout, and form a firm linkage between the two sonnets. Reply James A. Tweedie August 5, 2018 It is interesting to me how many of you are reminded of Ozymandias. Even Evan mentioned it when I submitted the poems. It crossed my mind as well, but not until after I had completed both poems. I wrote the poems several weeks ago in an attempt to reflect on, and capture in words, the feelings I experienced when I visited Ephesus five years ago. The photos of the temple site that illustrate the post were among many I took that day. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour 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.