Their land and its smokes they had seen just
and Sleep suave the eyes of Ulysses wrapped.
Alone in the rudder
to reach it the possible soon,
exausted, he left them his victims fall.
In a short while they would catch patria's port.
Two years, sailing in trouble,
in Kikones, Cyclops, Lotofagues,
ten previous, fighting in Troy stubbornly hard
and finally here they are, to Ithaca back,
they
the hands woe gaps
He
with the precious beautifull great trojan loot
and that here the oxhide bag, the gift of Aeolus,
apparently full of silver and gold.
Τhereat sturdily tightened has it silver-cordon!
What injustice!
Have they not run the same routes he run?
Quickly, to see at least, before he wakes up,
how much his silver and how much his gold are.
And that, that was it...
Unleashed windstorms, hurricanes
swept curiosities, jealousies up,
took them from their motherisland away far
where perilous trivial hybris' arrogance
plunged them in between outopical lands.
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Wow, I love the story of this Dimitrios. It kind of reminds me of the age old saying, curiosity killed the cat. What was your inspiration for this work? I love how you weave your words, marvelous!
The myth is to be found in Odysseia.I can quote down the verses for you, Tim.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
To see at least. Nice piece of work.
Thank you, dear Edward.I have noticed in your poems references to ancient hellenic literature.So the theme I suppose was familiar to you.