Sophonisba, oil, 24" x 34"

COMMENTARY

The poem reads as follows:

           Sophonisba

But here in the charmed circle

of despair I too, Euryalus, know

that strangers come from

Zeus.  Without Arete for

comfort I now spout id-

fantasies to Krauts and

throw tetradrachmas

to the wind.  Soon I shall

eat the peacock that

contains Pythagoras's

soul.