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“Men's lives are short . The hard man and his cruelties will be Cursed behind his back and mocked in death. But one whose heart and ways are kind - of him strangers will bear report to the whole wide world, and distant men will praise him. - Penelope in Robert Fitzgerald trans. THE ODYSSEY (364)”

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The odyssey

The Odyssey is an epic poem attributed to the ancient Greek poet Homer, likely composed in the 8th century BCE. It recounts the adventures of the Greek hero Odysseus as he strives to return to his homeland of Ithaca following the fall of Troy. The narrative is divided into two main threads: Odysseus's perilous travels, where he encounters mythical creatures and divine obstacles, and the situation in Ithaca, where his wife Penelope and son Telemachus fend off suitors vying for the throne. The poem explores themes of perseverance, cunning, hospitality, and the interplay between fate and human agency. It is considered a foundational work of Western literature and a sequel to Homer's Iliad. more

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Robert Fitzgerald
Robert Fitzgerald

Robert Fitzgerald was an American poet, born on October 12, 1910, and died on January 16, 1985. His poetry is known for its unique style and profound insight into American culture. more

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