fiber, drawing, stitching
while weaving and waiting
Book 10: Lines 429-431
'Odysseus, why just sit there, struck dumb,
eating your heart out, not touching food or drink?
Suspect me of still more treachery? Nothing to fear.
Haven't I just sworn my solemn, binding oath?'
So she asked, but I protested, 'Circe--
how could any man in his right mind endure
the taste of food and drink before he'd freed
his comrades-in-arms and looked them in the eyes?
If you, you really want me to eat and drink,
set them free, all my beloved comrades--
let me feast my eyes.'
So I demanded.
Circe strode on through the halls and out,Facing her, there they stood as she went along the ranks,
her wand held high in hand and, flinging open the pens,
drove forth my men, who looked like full-grown swine.
anointing them one by one with some new magic oil--
and look, the bristles grown by the first wicked drug
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