On the end of the Iliad, by Rowan Ricardo Phillips They brandished their births like spears. Being there wasn’t enough. Their names Needed their fathers and their cities And their…
The Odyssey, Book 11, Lines 538–556, by Rowan Ricardo Phillips The soul of swift-soled Achilles, hearing me Praise his son, silvered, and then was gone, His long strides causing him…
Trying to read Sappho out loud without running out of breath 2021.09.07 | By Gregory Nagy §0. In the classical Athenian vase painting that I have chosen as the lead-off illustration…
