Book 11
“Then out of Erebus
The souls of the dead gathered, the ghosts
Of brides and youths and worn-out old men
And soft young girls with hearts new to sorrow,
And many men wounded with bronze spears,
Killed in battle, bearing blood-stained arms.
They drifted up to the pit from all sides
With an eerie cry, and pale fear seized me.”
11.34-41
Tom Simard 
Tom this is a magnificent piece – so vivid and moving. Really enjoying these extracts. Thank you.
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My pleasure, Don.
I’ve been having a real good experience with the Lombardo translation.
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