Ancient Prometheus Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai
Ancient Prometheus
The thighs and muscles of ancient
Prometheus he had.
High up from rock to rock with
Giant legs
He muscled his way up.
Blinded the sun rays beating and
Increasing.
But ah! he too had
Hanging around his neck
The carcass of the albatross.
And of the tired dusks switched off
By lurid nights.
Time is the Master of happenings
And
By and by
Though our present-day Prometheus
Dripped with sweat
As he climbed to the peak he had
Not reached:
Ah! how many peaks we will to climb
But reach?
Let us stop now; a welcome ledge
Now beckons.
And let our Prometheus fade with day and
Rest at night.
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5/1/2024 6:41:28 PM # 1.0.0.1119
TIME IS THE MASTER OF HAPPENINGS. Only this line refers to time but I think that force plays an almost hidden role in your poem. Both the Prometheus figure and those behind him in the narrator's group must stop and rest from their exertion. The time span of the poem includes both the climbing and the resting. Prometheus is a point person showing us the way toward summits we will probably not reach, but the effort to climb and whatever heights are achieved seem to be enough to bring a degree of fulfillment. This remarkable poem adjusts our view of success, suggesting we can achieve a sense of satisfaction without complete success.