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“Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story”
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“Men's lives are short .
The hard man and his cruelties will be
Cursed behind his back and mocked in death.
But one whose heart and ways are kind - of him
strangers will bear report to the whole wide world,
and distant men will praise him.
- Penelope in Robert Fitzgerald trans. THE ODYSSEY (364)”
― The Odyssey
The hard man and his cruelties will be
Cursed behind his back and mocked in death.
But one whose heart and ways are kind - of him
strangers will bear report to the whole wide world,
and distant men will praise him.
- Penelope in Robert Fitzgerald trans. THE ODYSSEY (364)”
― The Odyssey
“Poetry is at least an elegance and at most a revelation.”
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“A forest fire will rage
through deep glens of a mountain, crackling dry
from summer heat, and coppices blaze up
in every quarter as wind whips the flame:
so Akhilleus flashed to right and left
like a wild god, trampling the men he killed,
and black earth ran with blood. As when a countryman
yokes oxen with broad brows to tread out barley
on a well-bedded threshing floor. and quickly
the grain is husked under the bellowing beasts:
the sharp-hooved horses of Akhilleus just so
crushed dead men and shields. His axle-tree
was splashed with blood, so was his chariot rail,
with drops thrown up by wheels and horses' hooves.
And Peleus' son kept riding for his glory.
staining his powerful arms with mire and blood.”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
through deep glens of a mountain, crackling dry
from summer heat, and coppices blaze up
in every quarter as wind whips the flame:
so Akhilleus flashed to right and left
like a wild god, trampling the men he killed,
and black earth ran with blood. As when a countryman
yokes oxen with broad brows to tread out barley
on a well-bedded threshing floor. and quickly
the grain is husked under the bellowing beasts:
the sharp-hooved horses of Akhilleus just so
crushed dead men and shields. His axle-tree
was splashed with blood, so was his chariot rail,
with drops thrown up by wheels and horses' hooves.
And Peleus' son kept riding for his glory.
staining his powerful arms with mire and blood.”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
“This is my last cry, as my last blood flows.
Then, O my Tyrians, besiege with hate
His progeny and all his race to come:
Make this your offering to my dust. No love,
No pact must be between our peoples; No,
But rise up from my bones, avenging spirit!
Harry with fire and sword the Darden countrymen
Now or hereafter, at whatever time”
― The Aeneid
Then, O my Tyrians, besiege with hate
His progeny and all his race to come:
Make this your offering to my dust. No love,
No pact must be between our peoples; No,
But rise up from my bones, avenging spirit!
Harry with fire and sword the Darden countrymen
Now or hereafter, at whatever time”
― The Aeneid
“Child, I am lost now. Can I bear my life
after the death of suffering your death?”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
after the death of suffering your death?”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
“My word, how mortals take the gods to task!
All their afflictions come from us, we hear.
And what of their own failings? Greed and folly
double the suffering in the lot of man.”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
All their afflictions come from us, we hear.
And what of their own failings? Greed and folly
double the suffering in the lot of man.”
― The Odyssey and The Iliad
