Monday, November 27, 2006

restless

some lines i stumbled upon, from 'The Odyssey' by Homer, translated by Robert Fitzgerald:

"now from his breast into his eyes the ache
of longing mounted, and he wept at last,
his dear wife, clear and faithful, in his arms,
longed for as the sunwarmed earth is longed for by a swimmer
spent in rough water where his ship went down
under Poseidon's blows, gale winds and tons of sea.
Few men can keep alive through a big surf
to crawl, clotted with brine, on kindly beaches
in joy, in joy, knowing the abyss behind:
and so she too rejoiced, her gaze upon her husband,
her white arms round him pressed as though forever."

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and talking of swimmers, a holy bow to ian thorpe:

ian, i've admired your incredible will and talent for a while now. watching each of your specatcular races, i have been left spell-bound and inspired. now, as u ask yourself "am i only a swimmer?", i wish that you may find the answers that you seek. stay well.

2 Comments:

Blogger GhostOfTomJoad said...

I've read Odyssey but can't remember these lines. But, we know what you mean and we can tell...all roads lead to Rome, in a manner of speaking :-)

I'm with you on Ian Thorpe!

9:07 PM  
Blogger sattva said...

i've never read the full, translated Odyssey...found these while reading another book!

when u writing a bombay post ??

1:17 AM  

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