Saturday, January 27, 2024

cf. Sophokles, Oedipus Tyrannus, ll. 1-13

 

O CHILDREN

of old from the Kadmean line

what brings you even here

strewing the porches of the shrine

with laurel branches

wound with wool

and assuming the contorted postures

of supplication

?

The city's air is choked with incense

and heavy with groans

and the murmur of prayer: therefore

I must know

from you

what is up!

*

...such was, and is, a good thing

for a king to ask

his suffering people


even if the answer

will ruin his house

and cause him to tear out his eyes

and send him forever

alone

to his shrivelly place






No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.