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Attribute all to the gods.
They pick a man up,
Stretched on the black loam,
And set him on his two feet,
Firm, and then again
Shake solid men until
They fall backward
Into the worst of luck,
Wandering hungry,
Wild of mind.
Attribute all to the gods.
They pick a man up,
Stretched on the black loam,
And set him on his two feet,
Firm, and then again
Shake solid men until
They fall backward
Into the worst of luck,
Wandering hungry,
Wild of mind.
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Everything,
Perikles,
A man has
The Fates
Gave him.
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There’s nothing now
We can’t expect to happen!
Anything at all, you can bet,
Is ready to jump out at us.
No need to wonder over it.
Father Zeus has turned
Noon to night, blotting out
The sunshine utterly,
Putting cold terror
At the back of the throat.
Let’s believe all we hear.
Even that dolphins and cows
Change place porpoises and goats,
Rams booming along in the offing,
Mackerel nibbling in the hill pastures.
I wouldn’t be surprised,
I wouldn’t be surprised.