ODYSSEY 9
And Odysseus, his great mind teeming:
"My Lord Alcinous, what could be finer
Than listening to a singer of tales
Such as Demodocus, with a voice like a god's?
| Nothing we do is sweeter than this— | 5 |
Sitting side by side throughout the halls,
Feasting and listening to a singer of tales,
The tables filled with food and drink,
| The server drawing wine from the bowl | 10 |
For me, this is the finest thing in the world.
But you have a mind to draw out of me
My pain and sorrow, and make me feel it again.
| Where should I begin, where end my story? | 15 |
I will tell you my name first, so that you, too,
Will know who I am, and when I escape
The day of my doom, I will always be
| Your friend and host, though my home is far. | 20 |
Known for my cunning throughout the world,
And my fame reaches even to heaven.
My native land is Ithaca, a sunlit island
| With a forested peak called Neriton, | 25 |
Lie close around her—Doulichion, Samê,
And wooded Zacynthos—off toward the sunrise,
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Publication information:
Book title: Odyssey.
Contributors: Homer - Author, Stanley Lombardo - Translator.
Publisher: Hackett Publishing.
Place of publication: Indianapolis.
Publication year: 2000.
Page number: 125.
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