Oh Camilla we love you get up

Book XI of the Aeneid features what was, for me, a surprise guest appearance by a warrior woman named Camilla. When she was an infant, her father tied her to a spear and threw her across the river to safety, to prevent her falling into the hands of his pursuers. Craziest. +++ Eunaeus, Clytius’s son, Came first: he faced her with unarmored breast, And with her shaft of pine she ran him through. He tumbled, coughing streams of blood, took bitesOf bloody earth, and dying writhed on his wound. … Then running as Orsilochus gave chaseIn a wide circuit, tricking…

from the Aeneid

+++ Volcen’s blade, thrust hard, passed through the ribsAnd breached the snow-white chest. EuryalusIn death went reeling down, And blood streamed on his handsome length, his neck Collapsing let his head fall on his shoulder — As a bright flower cut by a passing plowWill droop and wither slowly, or poppyBow its head upon its tired stalk When overborne by a passing rain. – Book 9, lines 430 – 37 +++ Rutulian prince and captains of Ausonia Marvelled first at all this, till they turnedAnd saw the sterns already nearing shore, The whole sea moving landward with the ships. Aeneas’…

That has no place in the years

+++ When You Go Away by W. S. Merwin for Dido When you go away the wind clicks around to the northThe painters work all day but at sundown the paint fallsShowing the black wallsThe clock goes back to striking the same hourThat has no place in the years And at night wrapped in the bed of ashesIn one breath I wakeIt is the time when the beards of the dead get their growthI remember that I am fallingThat I am the reasonAnd that my words are the garment of what I shall never beLike the tucked sleeve of a…

Whatever lands may call me

Passages from Virgil’s Aeneid, books 1 – 6, as translated by Robert Fitzgerald. +++ So long as brooks flow seaward, and the shadowsPlay over mountain slopes, and highest heavenFeeds the stars, your named and your distinctionGo with me, whatever lands may call me. -Book 1, line 600 +++ Chanting her spells she undertakes to freeWhat hearts she wills, but to inflict on othersDuress of sad desires; to arrestThe flow of rivers, make the stars move backward,Call up the spirits of deep Night. You’ll seeEarth shift and rumble underfoot and ash treesWalk down mountainsides. -Book 4, line 485 +++ as many…