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Nathan Long @NathanLongs The most egregious thing about this post is that it purposely formats Wilson's translation so that the lines aren't in iambic pentameter, which is her most brilliant contribution to the canon of Odyssey translations. Tell me about a complicated man. Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how he worked to save his life and bring his men back home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools, they ate the Sun God's cattle, and the god kept them from home. Now goddess, child of Zeus, tell the old story for our modern times. balls 2 @megaballs45. Dec 27 wow this translation sucks x.com/hyuumanatees/s... Robert Fitzgerald T.E. Lawrence Sing in me, Muse, and through Divine Poesy. me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending. Goddess-daughter of Zeus, Sustain for me This song of the various- the wanderer, harried for years minded man, on end, after he plundered the stronghold on the proud height of Troy He saw the towns and Who after he had plundered The innermost citadel of hallowed Troy Was made to stray grievously About the coasts of men, The sport of their customs and learned the minds of many good or bad, distant men and weathered many bitter nights and days While his heart Through all the seafaring Ached in an agony to redeem in his deep heart at sea, while himself he fought only to save his life, and bring his shipmates home. And bring his company safe home. But not by will nor valor could Vain hope for them! he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all- children and fools, they killed and feasted on For his fellows he strove in vain, Their own witlessness cast them away: The fools Robert Fagles Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy. Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds, many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea. fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home. But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove- the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all, the blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun and the Sungod wiped from sight the day of their return. Launch out on his story, Muse, daughter of Zeus, start from where you will-sing for our time too. 10 Emily Wilson Tell me about a complicated man. Muse, tell me how he wandered and was lost when he had wrecked the holy town of Troy, and where he went, and who he met, the pain he suffered in the storms at sea, and how he worked to save his life and bring his men back home. He failed to keep them safe; poor fools, they ate the Sun God's cattle, and the god kept them from home. Now goddess, child of Zeus, tell the old story for our modern times. Find the beginning.

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Robert Fitzgerald T.E. Lawrence Sing in me, Muse, and through Divine Poesy, me tell the story of that man skilled in all ways of contending, the wanderer, harried for years on end, after he plundered the stronghold on the proud height of Troy. He saw the towns and Goddess-daughter of Zeus, Sustain for me This song of the various- minded man, Who after he had plundered The innermost citadel of hallowed Troy Was made to stray grievously About the coasts of men, The sport of their customs and learned the minds of many good or bad, distant men and weathered many bitter nights and days in his deep heart at sea, while he fought only to save his life, and bring his shipmates home. But not by will nor valor could he save them, for their own recklessness destroyed them all- children and fools, they killed and feasted on the cattle of Lord Helios, the Sun, and he who moves all day through heaven took from their eyes and the dawn of their return. Of these adventures, Muse, daughter of Zeus, tell us in our time, lift the great While his heart Through all the seafaring Ached in an agony to redeem himself And bring his company safe home. Vain hope for them! For his fellows he strove in vain, Their own witlessness cast them away; The fools, To destroy for meat The oxen of the most exalted sun! Wherefore the sun-god blotted out The day of their return. Make the tale live for us In all its many bearings, O Muse. Robert Fagles Sing to me of the man, Muse, the man of twists and turns driven time and again off course, once he had plundered the hallowed heights of Troy. Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds, many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea, fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home. But he could not save them from disaster, hard as he strove- the recklessness of their own ways destroyed them all, the blind fools, they devoured the cattle of the Sun and the Sungod wiped from sight the day of their return. Emily Wilson I saw Odysseus at a marketplace in Ithaca yesterday. I told him how inspiring his journey was and how cool it was to meet him in person, but I didn't want to seem like a pest and ask for a story or a recounting of his exploits. He said, "Oh, like you're doing now?" I was taken aback, and all I could say was "Huh?" but he kept cutting me off and going "huh? huh? huh?" and gesturing as if steering a ship, right in front of my face. I walked away to browse some amphorae, and I heard him chuckle as I left. When I came to pay for my goods, I saw him trying to leave with his arms full of pomegranates and figs without paying. The market keeper was very polite and said, "Sir, you need to pay for those first." Launch out on his story, Muse, At first, Odysseus pretended he daughter of Zeus, couldn't hear her, claiming he was lost in thought, but eventually, he start from where you will-sing sighed and brought the fruit to the for our time too. counter. When she began tallying the figs quickly, he stopped her and said she should count each piece individually "to avoid any divine interference," then turned to wink at me. I don't even think "divine interference" works like that. After she weighed and counted each item, and started to tell him the price, he kept interrupting her by dramatically reciting the opening lines of The Iliad.
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