Spring 1982 • Vol. IV No. 2 Poetry |

From Sophocles’ “Oedipus the King”

CHORUS   O the generations of men   the dying generations—adding the total  of all your lives I find they come to nothing . . .       does there exist, is there a man on earth   who seizes more joy than just a dream, a vision?   And the vision no sooner dawns than dies   blazing into oblivion.   You are my great example, you, your life,   your destiny, Oedipus, man of misery—  I count no man blest.             You outranged all men!       Bending your bow to the breaking-point   you captured priceless glory, O dear god,   and the Sphinx came crashing down,          the virgin, claws hooked   like a bird of omen singing, shrieking death—  like a fortress reared in the face of death   you rose and saved our land.     From that day on we called you king   we crowned you with honors, Oedipus, towering over all—  mighty king of the seven gates

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