Tuesday Poem: Featuring Legendary Poems — The Iliad by Homer
The Iliad
Book One: The quarrel between Agamemnon and Achilles …
“Sing, O goddess, the anger of Achilles son of Peleus, that brought countless ills upon the Achaeans. Many a brave soul did it send hurrying down to Hades, and many a hero did it yield a prey to dogs and vultures, for so were the counsels of Jove fulfilled from the day on which the son of Atreus, king of men, and great Achilles, first fell out with one another.
And which of the gods was it that set them on to quarrel? It was the son of Jove and Leto; for he was angry with the king and sent a pestilence upon the host to plague the people, because the son of Atreus had dishonoured Chryses his priest. Now Chryses had come to the ships of the Achaeans to free his daughter, and had brought with him a great ransom: moreover he bore in his hand the sceptre of Apollo wreathed with a suppliant’s wreath, and he besought the Achaeans, but most of all the two sons of Atreus, who were their chiefs.
“Sons of Atreus,” he cried, “and all other Achaeans, may the gods who dwell in Olympus grant you to sack the city of Priam, and to reach your homes in safety; but free my daughter, and accept a ransom for her, in reverence to Apollo, son of Jove.”
On this the rest of the Achaeans with one voice were for respecting the priest and taking the ransom that he offered; but not so Agamemnon, who spoke fiercely to him and sent him roughly away. “Old man,” said he, “let me not find you tarrying about our ships, nor yet coming hereafter. Your sceptre of the god and your wreath shall profit you nothing. I will not free her. She shall grow old in my house at Argos far from her own home, busying herself with her loom and visiting my couch; so go, and do not provoke me or it shall be the worse for you.”
The old man feared him and obeyed. Not a word he spoke, but went by the shore of the sounding sea and prayed apart to King Apollo whom lovely Leto had borne. “Hear me,” he cried, “O god of the silver bow, that protectest Chryse and holy Cilla and rulest Tenedos with thy might, hear me oh thou of Sminthe. If I have ever decked your temple with garlands, or burned you thigh-bones in fat of bulls or goats, grant my prayer, and let your arrows avenge these my tears upon the Danaans.”
Thus did he pray, and Apollo heard his prayer. He came down furious from the summits of Olympus, with his bow and his quiver upon his shoulder, and the arrows rattled on his back with the rage that trembled within him. He sat himself down away from the ships with a face as dark as night, and his silver bow rang death as he shot his arrow in the midst of them. First he smote their mules and their hounds, but presently he aimed his shafts at the people themselves, and all day long the pyres of the dead were burning.
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~ from the poem by Homer; translation by Samuel Butler.
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The David Gemmell Legend Award longlist came out last week, so while the voting period is open until 31 July, I thought I’d feature what I consider to be legendary and/or epic poems each Tuesday. I don’t believe there can be many more worthy of the description than Homer’s The Illiad.
This is only an excerpt from Homer’s epic poem, as translated by Samuel Butler, since the whole runs to 24 books. Yet having read it all (in translation), I believe it is not only a great epic story, but also one of the great influences on subsequent literature through the characters that people its lines, the scope and depth of the story, and glory of the language.
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Thanks for reminding us of this wonderful legend Helen. I sometimes wish there were only a few books in the world and no TV. I remember my mother’s copy of the Iliad…it was leather bound and gold tooled…a book to love and thumb through.
Yes, books as tactile/sensory object, as opposed to just ‘content’, is something I shall miss greatly if all ends going digital. But I have absolutely no problem with TV–it’s mostly so banal I rarely watch it!
Slightly different point.
Lou Anders of Pyr Books says that The Iliad is Epic Fantasy, and The Odyssey is Sword and Sorcery. How do you feel about that?
Paul, I am going to have to think about this one and come back to you… probably tomorrow.:)
You know, having duly reflected, Paul, I am inclined to agree with Lou Anders. “The Iliad” is very much in the epic mold, not surprisingly since it helped define it! It is certainly an heroic tale full of the grand sweep of events, although the role of magic and mythic creatures is restricted to the occasional intervention of the gods. If you take that away it is actually quite a realistic war story–but that does not make it in any way “not epic.”
“The Odyssey” is a very different kind of story and has some of the elements we associate with sword and sorcery, although the quest journey is more of a geography lesson than an internal “hero’s journey”, but certainly the adventures along the way, Cyclops, Scylla and Charybdis, Circe’s Isle, are more adventurous and less epic, and almost more ‘magical’ than The Iliad–which does ‘fit’ Sword & Sorcery.
So what do you think, Paul?
Oh, I would have to have a *lot* of evidence backing me up if I am going to argue with the likes of Lou Anders. And he knows both sub genres, buying them for Pyr as he does, so I am going to stay in his camp
Fair enough.:)