The troubles of his heart, his wife, who had a sense of devotion,Woke up and wept while sitting up in her soft bed.And when she was sated in her own heart with weeping,The divine women prayed to Artemis first of all:"Artemis, queenly goddess, daughter of Zeus, would that nowYou might strike my chest with an arrow and take my life awayAt this very time, or that a storm would now snatch me upAnd depart carrying me forth upon the murky ways,And throw me in the streams of backward-flowing Oceanos;
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
The Odyssey - pg. 221
Labels: Homer
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