“how to handle a fine polished bow…

Philoctetes alone outshot me there at Troy
When ranks of Achaean achers bent their bows.”

39

“Many cities of men he saw and learned their minds,

many pains he suffered, heartsick on the open sea,

fighting to save his life and bring his comrades home.”

77

“Don’t rove from home too long, too far, leaving your own holdings unprotected”

117

“But as for great Odysseus-

Hermes could not find him within the cave.

Off he sat on a headland, weeping there as always.”

155

“Seven endless years I remained there, always drenching with my tears the immortal clothes Calypso gave me. Then, at last, when the eighth came wheeling round, she insisted that I sail- inspired by warnings…”

187

“From there we sailed on, glad to escape our death yet sick at heart for the dear companions we had lost. But I would not let our rolling ships set sail until the crews had raised the triple cry, saluting each poor comrade cut down by the fierce Cicones on that plain.”

213

“My noble mother answered quickly, she’s still waiting there in your halls, poor woman, suffering so, her life an endless hardship like your own…”

255

“Until then, let it rest in your mother’s room. And may you return in joy- my parting wish- to your own grand house, your native land at last.”

323

“The words were still on his lips when his own son stood in the doorway, there. The swineherd started up, amazed, he dropped the bowls with a clatter- he’d been busy mixing ruddy wine. Straight to the prince he rushed and kissed his face and kissed his shining eyes, both hands, as the tears rolled down his cheeks.”

339

“With that, from under his table he seized the stool that propped his smooth feet as he reveled on- just lifting it from his view…”

367

“I’d give you the rations to last you year-round, clothes for your body, sandals for your feet.”

387

“Now stripping back his rags Odysseus master of craft and battle vaulted onto the great threshold, gripping his bow and quiver bristling arrows, and poured his flashing shafts before him…”

439

“One more labor lies in store- boundless, laden with danger, great and long, and I must brave it out from start to finish.”

463