Let Ithaka be always in your thoughts.
To get there is your goal and destiny.
But do not hasten to your journeyâs end:
itâs better if it lasts for many years
so that you'll reach the island when youâre old,
wealthy with all youâve gained along the way,
not hoping Ithaka will make you rich.
Your marvellous journey is Ithakaâs gift.
Without her you would not have started out.
But she has nothing more to give you now.
And if you find she's poor, youâve not been fooled.
So wise have you become, so much youâve learned,
that you will know what Ithakas must be.
Source: Seen in passing on X-Twitter. Holler if you want the whole thing.
Author/Translator: Armand D'Angour, Professor of Classics, Oxford. Cello lover. Larkin about. Turning life into Latin verse, one hexameter at a time. Podcast âItâs All Greek (& Latin!) to Meâ.
Posted: Feb 06
Isabel
You mean that “all the birdies, butterflies, bears, bobolinks, bald-headed men, even bishops, barged into the boat and began to bail before the boat bemired below its bow at break” of day?
Is that what you are trying to say?
Keep smilin’
Tom
Tom – Pesky poets! Next time, I’ll ask you.
Providing those pesky poets are perfectly predictable and not periodically perfunctory.
Maybe shouldn’t risk it.
Tom
To – Hmm. P’raps it is preposterous to think that the predominant poetic property would be persistence.
Probably!
Tom
Tom – đ
Lovely pictures, although you would have to be there to distinguish daybreak from sunset. There should be a poem in there . . . .
Laurna – đ
The image is a poem w/o words. đ
Barbara – There you go. And with no need to rhyme.