Thursday, February 27, 2003

Poem for Thursday


The Anactoria Poem
By Sappho
Translated by Jim Powell


Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
others call a fleet the most beautiful of
sights the dark earth offers, but I say it's what-
        ever you love best.

And it's easy to make this understood by
everyone, for she who surpassed all human
kind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her
        husband--that best of

men--went sailing off to the shores of Troy and
never spent a thought on her child or loving
parents: when the goddess seduced her wits and
        left her to wander,

she forgot them all, she could not remember
anything but longing, and lightly straying
aside, lost her way. But that reminds me
        now: Anactória,

she's not here, and I'd rather see her lovely
step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on
all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and
        glittering armor.


Farewell Mr. Rogers.

Here's my Enterprise review. It's not very inspiring but then neither was the episode, a straightforward action hour with absolutely no social or dramatic relevance and little subtext, other than Reed's concern for Archer and Tucker's oh-so-gay benchmate. I was hoping for prison movie fun!

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