The Ancient Heroes
The Ancient Heroes
Rage—Goddess, sing the rage!
The rage of purest flesh condemned by tainted feather,
Of cities toppled by heavenly lust,
Of households destroyed by god-like deception!
Klytemnestra
Klytemnestra
Klytemnestra, you baleful broad!
What words have come out of your mouth?
Agamemnon is your wedded husband; loyalty is his due.
What dishonor ran through your mind when your thoughts headed south?
Your dear bridegroom fights nobly,
And with the gods favor will destroy
Every wall, every beast, every bower,
Every temple, every priest, every tower,
And each man, child and woman that is a scion of Troy.
