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50 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 251
Think of a blacksmith's bull-hide bellows, now
shooting a spire of cinders through a vent
while stirring up the deadly blaze, now wheezing,
now still, and all the while infernal hiss
and flicker issue from the furnace grate--
panting and heaving thus, the bulls snuffed thrice
and bellowed, and a brimstone blast consumed him
calamitous but for the maiden's salve (Book 3, lines 1668-1675)
They wasted no time disembarking over
the rushes where the upward sloping bank
afforded solid ground. This tract is known
as Circe's Plain, and tamarisks and willows
grow there in rows..." (Book 3, Lines 259-263)
Sad maiden, let your storm winds rove in vain
and all your birds and rumors, too.
You're talking nonsense. If you come to Greece
and any of those places you have mentioned,
men and women will esteem and love you,
yes, they will venerate you like a goddess,
some because your counsel helped their sons
come home alive, others because you saved
their brothers, relatives, and valiant husbands
from such great trouble. In our wedding chamber
you shall enjoy the marriage bed with me,
and nothing shall divide us from our love
until our predetermined end enshrouds us. (Book 3, Lines 1446-1458)