Hello fellow stoics, I apologize for the prolonged hiatus. I have been busy with college as well as recruiting but it is all winding down now so I expect to be back into the swing of things soon. For now however, I thought I would ease into routine posting by sharing with you some of my personal favorite poems. Let me know if you all have a poem you read often in the comments. Now, without further ado, here is the first one of the week!
To suffer woes which Hope thinks infinite;
To forgive wrongs darker than death or night;
To defy Power, which seems omnipotent;
To love, and bear; to hope till Hope creates
From it’s own wreck the thing it contemplates;
Neither to change, nor falter, nor repent;
This, like thy glory, Titan, is to be Good, great and joyous, beautiful and free;
This is alone Life, Joy, Empire, and Victory
– Percy Bysshe Shelley
This is just the Epilogue, spoken by Demogorgon. This is the part of the piece that resonates with me most but you should definitely read it all the way through if this excerpt piques your interest.
In Greek myth, Prometheus taught people how to use fire. This angered Zeus so he had Prometheus chained Mt. Caucasus. A vulture feasted on his liver every day just to regenerate at night and go through the same pains the next day. Prometheus here symbolizes a revolutionary because of his devotion to the people and immense suffering by the hands of tyrants. Prometheus has many allies to lend him strength and cheer him on throughout this endeavor. He knows the reign of Zeus, like all tyrants, is ephemeral so he goes on refusing to yield.