The death of Euryalus

“He rolled on the ground in death, the blood flowed over his beautiful body his neck grew limp and the head dropped on his shoulders, like a scarlet flower languishing and dying when its stem has been cut by the plough, or like poppies blowing their heads when the rain burdens them and their necks grow weary.” ~ Book 9, Virgil’s Aeneid (David West translation, Penguin Edition)

Virgil makes even the most grim of deaths beautiful.


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One Response to The death of Euryalus

  1. beyondthecloud9 says:

    let me leave a foot print here, interesting read. 🙂

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