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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Fragment of a Greek Tragedy</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">CHORUS: O suitably-attired-in-leather-boots<br> Head of a traveller, wherefore seeking whom<br> Whence by what way how purposed art thou come<br> To this well-nightingaled vicinity?<br> My object in inquiring is to know.<br> But if you happen to be deaf and dumb<br> And do not understand a word I say,<br> Then wave your hand, to signify as much.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> ALCMAEON: I journeyed hither a Boetian road.<br> CHORUS: Sailing on horseback, or with feet for oars?<br> ALCMAEON: Plying with speed my partnership of legs.<br> CHORUS: Beneath a shining or a rainy Zeus?<br> ALCMAEON: Mud's sister, not himself, adorns my shoes.<br> CHORUS: To learn your name would not displease me much.<br> ALCMAEON: Not all that men desire do they obtain.<br> CHORUS: Might I then hear at what thy presence shoots.<br> ALCMAEON: A shepherd's questioned mouth informed me that--<br> CHORUS: What? for I know not yet what you will say.<br> ALCMAEON: Nor will you ever, if you interrupt.<br> CHORUS: Proceed, and I will hold my speechless tongue.<br> ALCMAEON: This house was Eriphyle's, no one else's.<br> CHORUS: Nor did he shame his throat with shameful lies.<br> ALCMAEON: May I then enter, passing through the door?<br> CHORUS: Go chase into the house a lucky foot.<br> And, O my son, be, on the one hand, good,<br> And do not, on the other hand, be bad;<br> For that is much the safest plan.<br> ALCMAEON: I go into the house with heels and speed.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> CHORUS</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  Strophe</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> In speculation<br> I would not willingly acquire a name<br> For ill-digested thought;<br> But after pondering much<br> To this conclusion I at last have come:<br> LIFE IS UNCERTAIN.<br> This truth I have written deep<br> In my reflective midriff<br> On tablets not of wax,<br> Nor with a pen did I inscribe it there,<br> For many reasons: LIFE, I say, IS NOT<br> A STRANGER TO UNCERTAINTY.<br> Not from the flight of omen-yelling fowls<br> This fact did I discover,<br> Nor did the Delphine tripod bark it out,<br> Nor yet Dodona.<br> Its native ingunuity sufficed<br> My self-taught diaphragm.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  Antistrophe</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> Why should I mention<br> The Inachean daughter, loved of Zeus?<br> Her whom of old the gods,<br> More provident than kind,<br> Provided with four hoofs, two horns, one tail,<br> A gift not asked for,<br> And sent her forth to learn<br> The unfamiliar science<br> Of how to chew the cud.<br> She therefore, all about the Argive fields,<br> Went cropping pale green grass and nettle-tops,<br> Nor did they disagree with her.<br> But yet, howe'er nutritious, such repasts<br> I do not hanker after:<br> Never may Cypris for her seat select<br> My dappled liver!<br> Why should I mention Io? Why indeed?<br> I have no notion why.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">  Epode</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> But now does my boding heart,<br> Unhired, unaccompanied, sing<br> A strain not meet for the dance.<br> Yes even the palace appears<br> To my yoke of circular eyes<br> (The right, nor omit I the left)<br> Like a slaughterhouse, so to speak,<br> Garnished with woolly deaths<br> And many sphipwrecks of cows.<br> I therefore in a Cissian strain lament:<br> And to the rapid<br> Loud, linen-tattering thumps upon my chest<br> Resounds in concert<br> The battering of my unlucky head.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=341536" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"> ERIPHYLE (within): O, I am smitten with a hatchet's jaw;<br> And that in deed and not in word alone.<br> CHORUS: I thought I heard a sound within the house<br> Unlike the voice of one that jumps for joy.<br> ERIPHYLE: He splits my skull, not in a friendly way,<br> Once more: he purposes to kill me dead.<br> CHORUS: I would not be reputed rash, but yet<br> I doubt if all be gay within the house.<br> ERIPHYLE: O! O! another stroke! that makes the third.<br> He stabs me to the heart against my wish.<br> CHORUS: If that be so, thy state of health is poor;<br> But thine arithmetic is quite correct.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Alfred+Edward+Housman">Alfred Edward Housman</a></strong></div>