Infant; stay,

If you can find a sparrow in your heart

That flurries when you leave your counterpart

And swiftly begs you rise another day.

Child; stop,

If you respect the pity in my chest

That lulled you with the milk of tenderness

And swaddled you when evening turned to nox.

Young man; wait,

Dear plant, who rooted in my womb with teeth

Who leaves his mother leafless in her grief

Who tore apart her flowers in a day,

My Hector, pray

And fight within the walls that beg you, stay.

trans. by Hannah Ost from Homer’s Iliad.



Hannah Ost

Hannah Ost

22, English Lit Master’s student at the University of Kent. I do a lot of things. Keep up with it all on Twitter @itshannahost