Classic and Contemporary Poetry
ELECTRA: A CHARIOT-RACE, by SOPHOCLES Poet's Biography First Line: To delphi, to apollo's festal games Last Line: It was a sight sadder than I have seen. Subject(s): Chariot Racing | ||||||||
TO Delphi, to Apollo's festal games, The pride and glory of assembled Greece, He came. He heard the herald's thrilling cry Summon the runners: for the race came first. He rose in beauty, radiant: all the throng Was hush'd in wonder: so he ran the course From first to last victorious, crowned at length With perfect honour. Oh, the tale were long If I should tell you all. I have not known A man so valiant, so victorious, Fast as the judges order'd each event, Winning, and winning yet again. At last He was acclaim'd by all, an Argive born, His name Orestes, son of that great prince Who gather'd Greece for war, King Agamemnon. So fell these things. But when a god intends Destruction, even the strong may not escape. Next day at sunrise, when the lists were set For the racing of swift-footed steeds and cars, In a throng of charioteers he also enter'd. One was Achaean: one from Sparta: two From Africa, well-skilled in horsemanship: And he was fifth, driving a team of mares From Thessaly: then an AEtolian With chestnut steeds: next a Magnesian, And after him an AEnian, with white horses, The eighth: from god-built Athens came the ninth, And from Boeotia the tenth and last. They took their places where the judges, set To do that office, by the lot assign'd them. The trumpet sounds! They start, with a shake of the reins And a shout to the horses. All the course is fill'd With noise of rattling cars and rising clouds Of dust and racers struggling in close pack -- No stinting of the goad -- on, on, to pass The hurrying rival wheels, the flying foam Of panting steeds, whose labour'd breath bedews The track of the car, the back of the charioteer. Boldly he drove close by the stone that marks The turning, to the trace-horse on his right Giving free rein, but pulling on the left; And all the cars drove safely on and on For six completed courses. Suddenly, At the seventh course, just as they made the turn, The AEnian's colts refused the curb, and bolted, Colliding with a car from Africa, And from that first mishap, car after car Crash'd and was overturn'd, and filled the plain Of Crisa with confusion and with wreckage. The man of Athens understood. He wrench'd His horses from their course, and cunningly Drove clear of all that surging sea of trouble. Last came Orestes, holding back his team, And trusting for the victory to the end. Now, now he saw no rivals left but one! He rous'd his horses with a sharp shrill cry, Hotly pursuing. Neck and neck they drove, First one and then the other, as the cars Sped on together, leading by a head, Course after course: and all this while the youth Unfortunate drove safely and drove well. At last the moment came when thoughtlessly He slack'd his left rein as he took the corner, And struck the pillar, and his axle snapp'd; He fell back from the car, a prisoner, Caught in the leathern reins, and, as he fell, His horses left the track and bolted madly: Upon which sight, the assembled multitude With one great shout of wonder and of grief Acclaim'd a youth, so nobly valiant, So greatly suffering. High in the air His madden'd horses flung him, then to earth Dash'd him again and yet again. At last His comrades brought the horses to a stand And loos'd the blood-stain'd body, now so changed That those who loved him best would not have known him. They gave him to the fire. Their messengers Are on their way to bring you what is left Of all that greatness, ashes and an urn, For the last honours in his father's realm. This is my tale, and it is pitiful, Even to tell. For us who witness'd all, It was a sight sadder than I have seen. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TRANSLATIONS OF PINDAR: 2. TO THERON OF AGRAGAS, VICTOR IN THE CHARIOT by REGINALD HEBER ELECTRA: IMAGINARY CHARIOT RACE by SOPHOCLES THE CHARIOTEER'S GRAVE by THOMAS WALSH OLYMPIAN ODE FOR HIERO OF SYRACUSE (FOUR-HORSE CHARIOT RACE) by BACCHYLIDES PYTHIAN ODE FOR HIERO OF SYRACUSE (FOUR-HORSE CHARIOT RACE) by BACCHYLIDES OEDIPUS AT COLONUS: OLD AGE by SOPHOCLES ACHILLIS AMATORES: MELTING ICE by SOPHOCLES ACRISIUS: NIGHT FEAR by SOPHOCLES AEGEUS: WIND IN THE POPLARS by SOPHOCLES |
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