The Trial of Socrates: A Poetic Interpretation of Plato’s Apology of Socrates (Part 11 of 12). Copyright © 2020 by Alan Steinle. All rights reserved.
[70 of 83]
You think that you will be set free
From needing to inspect your mind;
Although I’ll be an absentee,
Your many foes won’t be so kind.
They’ll make you even more displeased,
And they won’t quickly be appeased.
[71 of 83]
This shameful method to escape
Your troubles is not good or just;
Your life is not in splendid shape,
For you’ll receive what we’ve discussed.
Yes, that is what you will go through,
And now I take my leave of you.
[72 of 83]
To those who voted to acquit,
I would converse with you a while;
I should reveal and now admit
What happened ere I came to trial.
This morning, something strange occurred:
I left my home quite undeterred.
[73 of 83]
The deity who guides my choice
Was silent when I left my place;
It didn’t warn me with its voice
That I’d encounter some disgrace.
It has not yet opposed me here,
Though seeming evils do appear.
[74 of 83]
So what could be the cause of this?
Is this a blessing that I gain?
The lack of signs I can’t dismiss;
My destiny I won’t disdain.
I do believe I’ve met some boon
On this momentous afternoon.
[75 of 83]
To die must now be one of these:
Annihilation could be fate;
To have no sense, to be at ease,
Or else the soul moves through a gate.
So death could be a darkness vast,
Or else the soul could be recast.
[76 of 83]
If death is like an endless sleep—
A sleep without a dream of fear—
Then it would be a boon to keep
That peaceful state, that rest austere.
I don’t think rulers would decline
A peaceful rest that’s so divine.