In Delphi at Apollo's temple, inside. <br /> <br />Chryses: <br />I was waiting for you, <br />It's better to get soon <br />To my presence. <br />Your short poem <br />Isn't finished, is it? <br /> <br />Nat: <br />My father, I'd say, <br />I can play the lyre <br />As our God teaches us to do, <br />But we must be in our place. <br /> <br />Chryses: <br />Where would you like to stay? <br />What would you like to do? <br />Man must labour not sing. <br /> <br />Nat: <br />I don't expect your sermon, <br />Though you're holy preacher. <br />I'll ask you a question: <br />In the end we'll go to Hades, won't we? <br />We both won't go to the Olympus's top. <br />We have little choice. <br /> <br />Chryses: <br />What's your question? You and Hades: <br />I've got bored with this trouble. <br />About Hades and Olympus <br />We don't know anything. Write poems. <br /> <br />Nat: <br />My father, I'd say again, <br />I've not anything else to say again. <br />I thought I had to tell many things. <br />It was little. <br />I've known everything for a long time.<br /><br />Paolo Giuseppe Mazzarello<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/nathaniel-at-apollo-s-temple/
