"Olympus, the Fall of Giants" by Francisco Bayeu y Subias‘Olympus’ by Anissa Gage The Society June 23, 2020 Beauty, Culture, Poetry 1 Comment Olympus Olympus, thou majestic crag, whose bright And jagged spire, aloft the dazzling air Only the winds and snows and eagles dare To brush with crystal tip or feather light Arise from thy dull slumber! Hurl thy might Down upon earth with old old power! Prepare The thunderbolt of judgment. Now! Now ere We make of Eden Hell’s perpetual night… Thou canst not move. O Gods, Ye art more dead Than all the Lorelei along the Rhine, And Beauty with her pale companion’s fled While none proclaim the glory that was thine. Would that we had one oracle divine! We had one yet we’ve slain the Truth in dread. copyright 2009, Anissa Nedzel Gage Anissa Nedzel Gage (also known as Purrsanthema online) is a poet, as well as a fine artist, illustrator, and cartoonist. Her portraiture follows in the tradition of her grandfather: Boris Luban, a well-known portrait artist in Russia and America. 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 disrespects you. Simply send an email to email@example.com. Put “Remove Comment” in the subject line and list which 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. Please see our Comments Policy here. 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) One Response C.B. Anderson June 23, 2020 Some nice phrases here, but I can’t figure out what this poem is about. Better punctuation and/or syntax might have helped. If I grasp your meaning, then I think you need some punctuation (a period?) after “light” in line 4. The various promising parts do not cohere in any obvious way. This isn’t to say that a poem must be obvious, but poems should be written to be read, not deciphered. Reply Leave a Reply Cancel ReplyYour email address will not be published.CommentName* Email* Website Notify me of follow-up comments by email.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.