Epic poetry, Greek -- Translations into English; Homer -- Translations into English; Odysseus, King of Ithaca (Mythological character)
than a brother.”
BOOK IX.
Odysseus relates, first, what befell him amongst the Cicones at
Ismarus; secondly, amongst the Lotophagi; thirdly, how he was used by
the Cyclops Polyphemus.
And Odysseus of many counsels answered him saying: “King Alcinous, most
notable of all the people, verily it is a good thing to list to a
minstrel such as this one, like to the gods in voice. Nay, as for me, I
say that there is no more gracious or perfect delight than when a whole
people makes merry, and the men sit orderly at feast in the halls and
listen to the singer, and the tables by them are laden with bread and
flesh, and a wine-bearer drawing the wine serves it round and pours it
into the cups. This seems to me well-nigh the fairest thing in the
world. But now thy heart was inclined to ask of my grievous troubles,
that I may mourn for more exceeding sorrow. What then shall I tell of
first, what last, for the gods of heaven have given me woes in plenty?
Now, first, will I tell my name, that ye too may know it, and that I,
when I have escaped the pitiless day, may yet be your host, though my
home is in a far country. I am ODYSSEUS, SON OF LAERTES, who am in
men’s minds for all manner of wiles, and my fame reaches unto heaven.
And I dwell in clear-seen Ithaca, wherein is a mountain Neriton, with
trembling forest leaves, standing manifest to view, and many islands
lie around, very near one to the other, Dulichium and Same, and wooded
Zacynthus. Now Ithaca lies low, furthest up the sea-line toward the
darkness, but those others face the dawning and the sun: a rugged isle,
but a good nurse of noble youths; and for myself I can see nought
beside sweeter than a man’s own country. Verily Calypso, the fair
goddess, would fain have kept me with her in her hollow caves, longing
to have me for her lord; and likewise too, guileful Circe of Aia, would
have stayed me in her halls, longing to have me for her lord. But never
did they prevail upon my heart within my breast. So surely is there
nought sweeter than a man’s own country and his parents, even though he
dwell far off in a rich home, in a strange land, away from them that
begat him. But come, let me tell thee too of the troubles of my
journeying, which Zeus laid on me as I came from Troy.
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