Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TROADES: THE END OF TROY, by EURIPIDES Poet's Biography First Line: Ah, me! And is it come, the end of all Last Line: Women go out in the darkness.) Subject(s): Troy | ||||||||
HECUBA. TALTHYBIUS. CHORUS HEC. Ah, me! and is it come, the end of all, The very crest and summit of my days? I go forth from my land, and all its ways Are filled with fire! Bear me, O aged feet, A little nearer: I must gaze, and greet My poor town ere she fall. Farewell, farewell! O thou whose breath was mighty on the swell Of orient winds, my Troy! Even thy name Shall soon be taken from thee. Lo, the flame Hath thee, and we, thy children, pass away To slavery . . . God! O God of mercy!. . . . Nay: Why call I on the Gods? They know, they know, My prayers, and would not hear them long ago. Quick, to the flames! O, in thine agony, My Troy, mine own, take me to die with thee! (She springs toward the flames, but is seized and held by the Soldiers.) TAL. Back! Thou art drunken with thy miseries, Poor woman! -- Hold her fast, men, till it please Odysseus that she come. She was his lot Chosen from all and portioned. Lose her not! (He goes to watch over the burning of the City. The dusk deepens.) CHO. Woe, woe, woe! DIVERS WOMEN. Thou of the Ages, O wherefore fleest thou, Lord of the Phrygian, Father that made us? 'Tis we, thy children; shall no man aid us? 'Tis we, thy children! Seest thou, seest thou? OTHERS. He seeth, only his heart is pitiless; And the land dies: yea, she, She of the Mighty Cities perisheth citiless! Troy shall no more be! OTHERS. Woe, woe, woe! Ilion shineth afar! Fire in the deeps thereof, Fire in the heights above, And crested walls of War! OTHERS. As smoke on the wing of heaven Climbeth and scattereth, Torn of the spear and driven, The land crieth for death: O stormy battlements that red fire hath riven, And the sword's angry breath! (A new thought comes to Hecuba; she kneels and beats the earth with her hands.) HEC. O Earth, Earth of my children; hearken! and O mine own, Ye have hearts and forget not, ye in the darkness lying! LEADER. Now hast thou found thy prayer, crying to them that are gone. HEC. Surely my knees are weary, but I kneel above your head; Hearken, O ye so silent! My hands beat your bed! LEADER. I, I am near thee, I kneel to thy dead to hear thee, Kneel to mine own in the darkness; O husband, hear my crying! HEC. Even as the beasts they drive, even as the loads they bear, LEADER. (Pain; O pain!) HEC. We go to the house of bondage. Hear, ye dead, O hear! LEADER. (Go, and come not again!) HEC. Priam, mine own Priam, Lying so lowly, Thou in thy nothingness, Shelterless, comfortless, See'st thou the thing I am? Know'st thou my bitter stress? LEADER. Nay, thou art naught to him! Out of the strife there came, Out of the noise and shame, Making his eyelids dim, Death, the Most Holy! (The fire and smoke rise constantly higher.) HEC. O high houses of Gods, beloved streets of my birth, Ye have found the way of the sword, the fiery and blood-red river! LEADER. Fall, and men shall forget you! Ye shall lie in the gentle earth. HEC. The dust as smoke riseth; it spreadeth wide its wing; It maketh me as a shadow, and my City a vanished thing! LEADER. Out on the smoke she goeth, And her name no man knoweth; And the cloud is northward, southward; Troy is gone for ever! (A great crash is heard, and the Wall is lost in smoke and darkness.) HEC. Ha! Marked ye? Heard ye? The crash of the towers that fall! LEADER. All is gone! HEC. Wrath in the earth and quaking and a flood that sweepeth all, LEADER. And passeth on! (The Greek trumpet sounds.) HEC. Farewell! -- O spirit grey, Whatso is coming, Fail not from under me. Weak limbs, why tremble ye? Forth where the new long day Dawneth to slavery! CHO. Farewell from parting lips, Farewell! -- Come, I and thou, Whatso may wait us now, Forth to the long Greek ships And the sea's foaming. (The trumpet sounds again, and the Women go out in the darkness.) | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...HELEN OF TROY DOES COUNTER DANCING by MARGARET ATWOOD DESTROYING BEAUTY by CHARLES BUKOWSKI WHAT LIGHT DESTROYS by ANDREW HUDGINS A MOTEL IN TROY, NEW YORK by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN A MAN NAMED TROY by REGINALD SHEPHERD LETTER TO GOD FROM ETHAN AMOS BOYD, TROY, NY, 1929 by ANNE STEVENSON A MOMENT IN TROY by WISLAWA SZYMBORSKA HELEN OF TROY by SARA TEASDALE AEOLUS: THE OLD MEN by EURIPIDES |
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