Zara Aliyeva
@Zaraliyeva004
Hochschule Rhein-Waal
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Joined on June 2019
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I took a last look at Achilles standing by the side of the chariot, almost . I reached for his hand, and he gripped it “Be careful," he said. "I will”.
There was more to say, but for once we did not say it.There would be other times for speaking, tonight and tomorrow and all the days after that. He let go of my hand.
I conjure the boy I knew. Achilles, grinning as the figs blur in his hands. His green eyes laughing into mine. Catch, he says. Achilles, outlined against the sky, hanging from a branch over the river. The thick warmth of his sleepy breath against my ear. If you have to go, I will go with you.
His skill with the lyre.His beautiful voice.
I thought, this is what Achilles will feel like when he is old. And then I remembered:he will never be old.
This, I say. This and this. The way his hair looked in summer sun. His face when he ran. His eyes, solemn as an owl at lessons. This and this and this. So many moments of happiness, crowding forward.
