“The thin-lipped armorer,
Hephaestos, hobbled away,
Thetis of the shining breasts
Cried out in dismay
At what the god had wrought
To please her son, the strong
Iron-hearted man-slaying Achilles
Who would not live long.”

— W. H. Auden , book The Shield of Achilles

The Shield of Achilles (1952)

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Anglo-American poet 1907–1973

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