Aeneid
by Vergil, trans. Frederick Ahl
Now though, the queen, long since pierced through by her terrible anguish,⏎ Nurtures the wound with her veins. Passion's blind fire feeds on the harvest.⏎ Images course through her mind: of his courage, his family distinction.⏎ Each word he's spoken is fixed in her heart, each facial expression.⏎ Anguish grants no peaceful repose, no respite for tired limbs.🏁
Submitted by semi - 04/12/2026
Poem Literature 5.86 Ranked
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Aeneid
by Vergil, trans. Frederick Ahl
Now though, the queen, long since pierced through by her terrible anguish,⏎ Nurtures the wound with her veins. Passion's blind fire feeds on the harvest.⏎ Images course through her mind: of his courage, his family distinction.⏎ Each word he's spoken is fixed in her heart, each facial expression.⏎ Anguish grants no peaceful repose, no respite for tired limbs.🏁
Submitted by semi - 04/12/2026
Poem Literature 5.86 Ranked