Scylla:
Your stories stir up trouble,
young man.
PHEBE moves as if to stop him; he motions her back.
Augustus:
Seems you're the only one
who's riled up, Scylla.
Scylla:
You're what we call an uppity nigger.
And uppity niggers always trip themselves up.
Augustus:
Are you going to put a curse on me, too,
Scylla? Cross your eyes
and wave a few roots in the air
until I fall on my knees?
Scylla:
No need to curse you;
you have been cursed already.
Rita Dove's The Darker Face of the Earth reimagines Sophocles's classic play Oedipus Rex set amongst slaves a decade or so prior to the Civil War. Dove deftly pulls from both the antique play as well as historical sources to create captivating characters which hold our attention from the opening to the closing of this drama.
Dove also writes the play in free verse. While there once existed a prose version, Dove, as related in the interview at the end of this edition, "took a long hard look at the play, said, 'What the hell,' and put it back into verse. Who cared if it never got published?" Dove's instincts were correct: This play benefits from the poetic lines, which provide a kind of lyrical strength in the way these characters talk to one another.
I highly recommend reading this in conjunction with Sophocles--if only to better understand how Dove "elevates the source material" and transforms the play into a more resonant vernacular.
Augustus:
I got better things to do
than argue with you, Scylla.
Scylla:
Oh yes, you're a busy man;
you got to watch for people waiting
to trip you up; you think
danger's on the outside.
But do you know what's inside
you, Augustus Newcastle?
The seeds of the future; they'll have their way.
You can't escape.
You are in your skin wherever you go.