Libation Bearers, 308-339
Agamemnon’s tomb
This is the house of Atreus, this
cold block of stone, heavy on our hearts
lying between the living and the dead
the end of all our love, mother more surely
than woman living: Mother, bring forth new life
red life, warm life; dearer now than life,
bring forth justice like an ever-pouring rain.
The Journal is a section where I post weekly poems responding to something I’m reading. The current subject is Aeschylus’ Libation Bearers, and you can find last week’s edition here:
