like that --
things you don't want at all,
though, in despair, you accept them
just the same.
You're longing for something else, aching for other things:
praise from the Demos and the
Sophists,
that hard-won, that priceless
acclaim --
the Agora, the Theatre, the Crowns
of Laurel.
You can't get any of these from
Artaxerxes,
you'll never find any of these in
the satrapy,
and without them, what kind of life
