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…
Honoring Angelia Hanhardt: a brief encomium for Lia from her admiring colleague Greg 2021.09.13 | By Gregory Nagy §0. The date of this posting, 13 September 2021, marks the last day that Angelia…
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…