Invoking the Muse


O Divine Poesy
Goddess-Daughter of Zeus
Sustain for me
This song of the various-
Minded man
Who after he had plundered
The innermost citadel of
Hallowed Troy
Was made to stay grievously
About the coasts of men
The sport of their customs
Good or bad

While his heart
Through all the sea-faring
Ached in an agony to redeem
And bring his company safe

Vain hope— for them
For his fellows he strove in vain
Their own witlessness cast
Them away
The fools
To destroy for meat
The oxen of the most exalted
Wherefore the Sun-God blotted
The day of their return

Make the tale live for us
In all it’s many bearings

O Muse


– Homer in Book I of The Odyssey, Translated from Greek by T.E. Lawrence.