Antigone

ODE 3

Strophe

CHORUS: Love, unconquerable
Waster of rich men, keeper
Of warm lights and all-night vigil
In the soft face of a girl:
Sea-wanderer, forest-visitor! (5)
Even the pure Immortals cannot escape you,
And mortal man, in his one day's dusk,
Trembles before your glory.

Antistrophe

Surely you swerve upon ruin
The just man's consenting heart, (10)
As here you have made bright anger
Strike between father and son —
And none has conquered but Love!
A girl’s glance working the will of heaven:
Pleasure to her alone who mocks us,
Merciless Aphrodite. (15)

Next: Antigone Reading Quiz in Blackboard