I love the opening 13 verses from Book 16 in The Iliad, Robert Fagles translation.
“So they fought to the death around that benched beaked ship
as Patroclus reached Achilles, his great commander,
and wept warm tears like a dark spring running down
some desolate rock face, its shaded currents flowing.
And the brilliant runner Achilles saw him coming,
filled with pity and spoke out winging words:
‘Why in tears, Patroclus?
Like a girl, a baby running after her mother,
begging to be picked up, and she tugs her skirts,
holding back as she tries to hurry off—all tears,
fawning up at her, till she takes her in her arms…
That’s how you look, Patroclus, streaming live tears.
But why? Some news for the Myrmidons, news for me?'”