Poetry from another life
Apr. 6th, 2012 03:17 pmLong ago, I lived in Wellington, New Zealand and tried to write a master's thesis about three odes by the Greek poet Pindar. Today I'm going to share my favorite of these odes and if I can find where I hid them, I may later share my own translations of these odes.
I apologize for the weird formatting of the ode, the author uses a particular form that I can't figure out how to reproduce and I'm getting a headache so here it is.
Also my landlords aren't helping with the whole, calm of I will find a job. My lease doesn't run out until August but apparently my place is the only one they have open, so they badger me. Not improving my day that started off running late and not getting tea. I'm really considering driving out to a bookstore and hiding there for a bit as I don't think I'm fit company for anyone.
Nemean 6
There is one race of men,
one race of gods.
Yet from one mother
we both take our breath.
The difference
is in the allotment
of all power,
for the one is nothing
while the bronze sky exists forever,
a sure abode.
And yet, somehow,
we resemble the immortals,
whether in greatness of mind
or nature, though we know not
to what measure
day by day and in the watches of the night
fate has written that we should run.
( And now Alkimidas )
I apologize for the weird formatting of the ode, the author uses a particular form that I can't figure out how to reproduce and I'm getting a headache so here it is.
Also my landlords aren't helping with the whole, calm of I will find a job. My lease doesn't run out until August but apparently my place is the only one they have open, so they badger me. Not improving my day that started off running late and not getting tea. I'm really considering driving out to a bookstore and hiding there for a bit as I don't think I'm fit company for anyone.
There is one race of men,
one race of gods.
Yet from one mother
we both take our breath.
The difference
is in the allotment
of all power,
for the one is nothing
while the bronze sky exists forever,
a sure abode.
And yet, somehow,
we resemble the immortals,
whether in greatness of mind
or nature, though we know not
to what measure
day by day and in the watches of the night
fate has written that we should run.
Counterturn 1
( And now Alkimidas )