By Heaney, Seamus; Orpheus (Greek mythological character); Merriman, Brian; Ovid, 43 B.C.-17 A.D. or 18 A.D
"Each of the translations during this booklet should be learn for its personal sake or as a part of a triptych. through atmosphere excerpts of Brian Merriman's Cuirt an Mhean Oiche in the acoustic of a classical delusion (the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice), Seamus Heaney presents a brand new and illuminating context for the eighteenth century Irish poem. For this paperback reissue, the poet has made a few revisions within the textual content of the original Gallery Press edition."--Jacket. Read more...
summary: "Each of the translations during this e-book might be learn for its personal sake or as a part of a triptych. via atmosphere excerpts of Brian Merriman's Cuirt an Mhean Oiche in the acoustic of a classical fable (the tale of Orpheus and Eurydice), Seamus Heaney presents a brand new and illuminating context for the eighteenth century Irish poem. For this paperback reissue, the poet has made a few revisions within the textual content of the unique Gallery Press edition."--Jacket
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The court complied; they sat entranced As her lovely fluent lips pronounced: ‘To my mind, girl, you’ve stated your case With point and force. You deserve redress. So I here enact a law for women: Unmated men turned twenty-one To be sought, pursued, and hunted down, Tied to this tree beside the headstone, Their vests stripped off, their jackets ripped, Their backs and asses scourged and whipped. But the long-in-the-tooth and the dry-in-marrow, The ones whose harrow-pins won’t harrow, Who pen the pent and lock away The ram that’s rampant in their body, Keeping in hand what should go the rounds And fencing off the pleasure grounds — Their nemesis I leave to you Whose hearths they’d neither fan nor blow.
My lids were locked, I couldn’t be roused. I was hidden from flies, felt safe and sound When a nightmare swarmed and gathered around, Battered me, flattened me, dragged me down Through weltering sleep and left me stunned. But my rest was short for next there comes A sound from the ground like the roll of drums, A wind from the north, a furious rout And the lough in a sulphurous thunderlight. And then comes looming into view And steering towards me along the bay This hefty menacing dangerwoman, Bony and huge, a terrible hallion.
Whether or not you underpowers feel The force of this god, Love, I cannot tell, But surely he prevails down here as well Unless that ancient story about hell And its lord and a ravaged girl’s not true. Was it not Love that bound the two of you? I pray you, therefore, by the extent of these Scaresome voids and mist-veiled silences, Unweave the woven fate Eurydice Endured too soon. All of humanity Is in your power, your kingdom is our home. We may put off the day but it will come. Sooner or later, the last house on the road Will be this immemorial abode.