watercolor, colored pencil
yearning
Book 7, Lines 179-181
May the gods endow them with fortune all their lives,
may each hand down to his sons the riches in his house
and the pride of place the realm has granted him.
But as for myself, grant me a rapid convoy homePleading so, the man sank down in the ashes,
to my own native land. How far away I've been
from all my loved ones--how long I have suffered!"
just at the hearth beside the blazing fire,
while all the rest stayed hushed, stock-still.
Book 1: Lines 392, 394
Sing one of those as you sit beside them here
and they drink their wine in silence.
But break off this song--
the unendurable song that always rends the heart inside me...the unforgettable grief, it wounds me most of all!
How I long for my husband--alive in memory, always,that great man whose fame resounds through Hellas
right to the depths of Argos!"
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