Monday, July 23, 2007

oh, the torment bred in the race,
the grinding scream of death
and the stroke that hits the vein,
the haemorrhage none can staunch, the grief,
the curse no man can bear.

but there is a cure in the house
and not outside it, no,
not from others but from them,
their bloody strife. we sing to you,
dark gods beneath the earth.

now hear, your blissful powers underground -
answer the call, send help.
bless the children, give them triumph now.


Aeschylus, The Libation bearers

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