The Odes
Pindar
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The Odes
Pindar
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One of the most celebrated poets of the classical world, Pindar wrote odes for athletes that provide a unique perspective on the social and political life of ancient Greece. Commissioned in honor of successful contestants at the Olympic games and other Panhellenic contests, these odes were performed in the victors' hometowns and conferred enduring recognition on their achievements. Andrew M. Miller's superb new translation captures the beauty of Pindar's forty-five surviving victory odes, preserving the rhythm, elegance, and imagery for which they have been admired since antiquity while adhering closely to the meaning of the original Greek. This edition provides a comprehensive introduction and interpretive notes to guide readers through the intricacies of the poems and the worldview that they embody.
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The Pythian Odes
PYTHIAN 1
for Hieron of Syracuse, victor in the chariot race
O golden Lyre, possession of Apollo and the violet-haired | [Str. 1] | |
Muses that speaks on their behalf, to whom the dance-step hearkens | ||
as instigator of festivity, | ||
while singers heed the signals you provide | ||
whenever you strike up the preludes that | ||
lead off the chorus with your throbbing notesâ | ||
5 | you even quench the warlike thunderbolt | |
of ever-flowing fire; and as the eagle sleeps | ||
on Zeusâs scepter, his swift wings | ||
relaxed and folded on each side, | ||
that king of birds, you pour a black-faced cloud | [Ant. 1] | |
over his curving head to set | ||
a sweet seal on his eyelids: slumbering, | ||
he undulates his supple back, held fast | ||
10 | by your impetuous spells. Yes, even violent | |
Ares, relinquishing the rough | ||
fury of spearpoints, cheers his heart | ||
in utter quiet, while your shafts enchant the minds | ||
of other gods as well, thanks to the skill | ||
of Letoâs son and the deep-girded Muses. | ||
But all who are shut out from Zeusâs love grow faint with terror | [Ep. 1] | |
on hearing the Pierian maidensâ cry, both those on land | ||
and in the irresistible sea, | ||
15 | and he who in dire Tartarus lies pinned, foe of the gods, | |
the hundred-headed Typhon. For a time | ... |