P.57 When Dawn’s pink fingers peeped shyly on the eastern sky  And politely plucked the eyelids of Telemachus, Odysseus’s son blinked sleep from his eyes, and Rose and quickly dressed, transferring the shoulder strap of his sharp sword across his broad chest, and p. 68 And as his voice lifted in prayer, Athene, now in … Continue reading The Odyssey – Homer