Oars out for Sicily, the free waves
making them lighthearted, they broke the white-
capped sea with bright bronze prows. But still grieving,
the goddess said to herself, "Why give up?
I'll keep the Teucrian king from ever
reaching land. No fates compel me. Pallas
burned and drowned the Argive fleet for Ajax' crime --
she hurled Jupiter's fire down from heaven,
broke up the ships in a terrible gale,
then pulled Oileus' son from smashed decking
and in fury impaled him on a rock. ...
No, I did not start at the beginning of the poem. I started with the man who raped Kassandra where she sought sanctuary, and what happened to him. (Oooh, imagine the salt water in that wound.)
Besides, everyone does the first line differently, and I want to be sure of the Latin before I make the attempt in English.
Since talking with The Classicist, changed the names back to the Latinate versions and added a bit. But all in all, it was very gently well-received, and I think I'll go on with it.
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Um, by the way, almost everything I had written for your AU got swallowed by the hard drive of oblivion. Do you have the snippets I sent you?
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