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Helen
Hecuba
Andromache
The Trojan Women
Ion
Rhesus
The Suppliant Women
448 pages, Hardcover
Published January 1, 1958
They called me Helen. Let me tell you all the truth of what has happened to me. The three goddesses came to remote Ida, and to Paris, for him to judge their loveliness, and beauty was the cause. These were Hera, the Lady of Cyprus, and the Daughter of Zeus. But Aphrodite, promising my loveliness (if what is cursed is ever lovely) to the arms of Paris, won her away. Idaean Paris left his herds for Sparta, thinking I was to be his.
Hecuba
Why?
Women killed
Aegyptus' sons. Women emptied Lemnos
of its males: we murdered every one. And so
it shall be here.
But of that I say no more.
Let this woman have your safe-conduct
through the army.
Polymestor (from within)
Blind! Blind!
O light!
Light of my eyes!
EPODE
White-headed Peleus, I
Credit that tale: how at the Lapithae wedding
You with the tough centaurs fought
A spectacular fight! Then on the good ship Argo rounded the grim cape
Far beyond those Rolling Rocks few craft escape-What voyage more storied than yours?
Next you adventured with Heracles to Troy,
Where he, of the true stock of Zeus, hung garlands of carnage.
Your fame fast bound to Heracles,
You returned to the Greek seas.
Poseidon
I am Poseidon. I come from the Aegean depths
of the sea beneath whose waters Nereid choirs evolve
the intricate bright circle of their dancing feet.
for since that day when Phoebus Apollo and I laid down
on Trojan soil the close of these stone walls, drawn
true and straight, there has always been affection in my heart
unfading, for these Phrygians and for their city;
which smolders now, fallen before the Argive spears,
ruined, sacked, gutted. Such is Athene's work, and his, the Parnassian, Epeius of Phocis, architect
and builder of the horse that swarmed with inward steel,
that fatal bulk which passed within the battlements,
whose fame hereafter shall be loud among men unborn,
the Wooden Horse, which hid the secret spears within.
Now the gods' groves are desolate, their thrones of power blood-spattered where beside the lift of the altar steps
of Zeus Defender, Priam was cut down and died.
The ships of the Achaeans load with spoils of Troy now, the piled gold of Phrygia. And the men of Greece
who made this expedition and took the city, stay
only for the favoring stern-wind now to greet their wives
and children after ten years' harvest wasted here.
Hermes
Atlas, who wears on back of bronze the ancient Abode of gods in heaven, had a daughter Whose name was Maia, born of a goddess:
She lay with Zeus and bore me, Hermes, servant Of the immortals. I have come here to Delphi Where Phoebus sits at earth's mid-center, gives His prophecies to men, and passes judgment On what is happening now and what will come.
For in the famous city of the Greeks Called after Pallas of the Golden Spear, Phoebus compelled Erechtheus daughter Creusa To take him as her lover—in that place Below Athene's hill whose northern scarp The Attic lords have named the Long Rocks.