5/19/2023 0 Comments Greek Lyric Poetry by M.L. WestStands still, a joy to mariners in summer,Īnd then at times is wild with pounding waves. Just as the smooth unrippled sea at times She’s wild and unapproachable, unbearableĮven to look at, filled with snapping hate,įerocious, like a bitch with pups, enraged Who sees her in your home will praise her then:Īnd also the most beautiful.” The next day and, when the gods make winter cold and hard,Īnother type is from the Sea she’s two-faced. Out of Earth-their gift to man! She’s lame One type the gods of Mount Olympus crafted The onslaught of her voice cannot be stopped. Her teeth with a stone, and not with sweet talk either Not (when he’s had enough) by knocking out Her moodĪ mother through and through she wants to hearĮverything, know everything, go everywhere,Īnd stick her nose in everything, and barkĪ man can’t stop her barking not with threats, Whose house is like a rolling heap of filth Īnd she herself, unbathed, in unwashed clothes, Translation and notes copyright 1995 Diane Arnson Svarlien all rights reserved.įrom the start, the gods made women different.
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