Thursday, January 12, 2017

The whole damn ranch

                                  Elsewhere Anchises,
          Fatherly and intent, was off in a deep green valley
          Surveying and reviewing souls consigned there,
          Those due to pass to the light of the upper world.
          It so happened he was just then taking note
          Of his whole posterity, the destinies and doings,
          Traits and qualities of descendants dear to him,
          But seeing Aeneas come wading through the grass
          Towards him, he reached his two hands out
          In eager joy, his eyes filled up with tears
          And he gave a cry: 
                             At last! Are you here at last?
          I always trusted that your sense of right

  Book VI 
  916 et seq.
op. posth.  
ca 29-19 BC
Seamus Heaney
op. posth.
Faber & Faber, 2016©


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