nikola on Nostr: "Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of ...
"Sing in me, Muse, and through me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end, after he plundered the stronghold on the proud height of Troy.
He saw the townlands and learned the minds of many distant men, and weathered many bitter nights and days in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only to save his life, to bring his shipmates home.
But not by will nor valor could he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all-
children and fools, they killed and feasted on the cattle of Lord Helios, the Sun, and he who moves all day through heaven took from their eyes the dawn of their return.
Of these adventures, Muse, daughter of Zeus, tell us in our time, lift the great song again. Begin when all the rest who left behind them headlong death in battle or at sea had long ago returned, while he alone still hungered for home and wife. Her ladyship Calypso a nymph, immortal and most beautiful, who craved him for her own.
And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trails and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
Yet all the gods had pitied Lord Odysseus, all but Poseidon, raging clod and rough against the brave king till he came ashore at last on his own land...."
He saw the townlands and learned the minds of many distant men, and weathered many bitter nights and days in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only to save his life, to bring his shipmates home.
But not by will nor valor could he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all-
children and fools, they killed and feasted on the cattle of Lord Helios, the Sun, and he who moves all day through heaven took from their eyes the dawn of their return.
Of these adventures, Muse, daughter of Zeus, tell us in our time, lift the great song again. Begin when all the rest who left behind them headlong death in battle or at sea had long ago returned, while he alone still hungered for home and wife. Her ladyship Calypso a nymph, immortal and most beautiful, who craved him for her own.
And when long years and seasons wheeling brought around that point of time ordained for him to make his passage homeward, trails and dangers, even so, attended him even in Ithaca, near those he loved.
Yet all the gods had pitied Lord Odysseus, all but Poseidon, raging clod and rough against the brave king till he came ashore at last on his own land...."