And there they ring the walls, the young, the lithe. The handsome hold the graves they won in Troy; the enemy earth rides over those who conquered.

But the queen–too long she has suffered the pain of love,hour by hour nursing the wound with her lifeblood,consumed by the fire buried in her heart. […]His looks, his words, they pierce her heart and...

I had only to remember that centuries before, men fell in battle for the daughter of Troy, that passions carried greater weight than decorum. It took so little to prove that human life and property...

The signs of the old flame, I know them well.I pray that the earth gape deep enough to take me downor the almighty Father blast me with one bolt to the shades,the pale, glimmering shades...

To what do I owe the pleasure of your company?” he said.I placed my hands flat on the table and leaned across it. “Stay the hell away from him.””Who? Oh, you mean the guy who’s...

the dank night is sweeping down from the skyand the setting stars incline our heads to sleep.

Helen of Troy Does Counter DancingThe world is full of womenwho’d tell me I should be ashamed of myselfif they had the chance. Quit dancing.Get some self-respectand a day job.Right. And minimum wage,and varicose veins,...

..and why the winter suns so rush to bathe themselves in the seaand what slows down the nights to a long lingering crawl…

He waved to me to be quiet, as if I were annoying background noise. “Look, whatever your name is…”Benvolio Montague.”Right. Look, Benvolio, why don’t we go outside and get a taxi? My label has a...

Why should I blame her that she filled my daysWith misery, or that she would of late Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,Or hurled the little streets upon the great, Had they but...

Rest in Peace?’ Why that phrase? That’s the most ridiculous phrase I’ve ever heard! You die, and they say ‘Rest in Peace!’ …Why would one need to ‘rest’ when they’re dead?! I spent thousands of...

Why, what could she have done, being what she is? Was there another Troy for her to burn?

After so many years even the fire of passion dies, and with it what was believed the light of the truth. Who of us is able to say now whether Hector or Achilles was right,...

Quando arrivi a un bivio e non sai da che parte andare, ti fermi e sogni. Sogni cosa ti aspetta nella strada a dritta, poi sogni cosa ti aspetta nella strada a manca. E la...

You’re not seriously going?” Troy asks.”Of course I’m going,” I say. “What other choice do I have?””Um…not going.

I’d start by laying her down on my bed and undressing her. Slowly. Carefully. So she wiggled and stretched and soft pants escaped her lips. My hands would be all over her. My mouth, too....