women of troy Flashcards
they began
they began to die and they kept on dying
puddles of
Puddles of blood smear the sanctuaries of all the gods
When a town
When a town is destroyed, …all worship ceases…there’s no longer anything left worth a god’s consideration
I shall
I shall make the Greeks’ return home a disaster
When a man
When a man sacks a town… the same destruction, … will fall on his own head
This last
This last lottery of fate will be the end of me
Hecuba, whose
Hecuba, whose unnumbered tears match the numberless dead
the whole bay
The whole bay… with floating corpses so thick you could walk on them
On my
On my rack of pain, my bed of cold stone
Keep time
Keep time with the dirge I must sing now, the song of the dead, my threnody of tears
Whose misery
Whose misery is greater, the dead, whose day is passed, or the living, who must live in slavery?
Perhaps forced
Perhaps forced into the bed of some loathsome Greek
It cost
It cost them tens of thousands dead
Now their
Now their bodies lie forgotten in a foreign country
Any sensible
Any sensible man must hate war, he does his best to avoid it