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Theodore Stephanides
The Golden Face
From dead Mycenae comes a Golden Face,
A Golden Face: a gleaming mask
That had a-down the years for only task,
Deep in the darkness of the tomb, to grace
A crumbling skull. Now here, beneath the skies,
That Golden Face looks with slit golden eyes
Upon a later world of men who know
A Song that in its day wasw still unsung,
An Epic for whose hexametric flow
Its race and place and time were all too young.
For, when that mask was made, Troy stood entire
And unsired yet was Agamemnons sire.
((from "The Golden Face", 1965)
"Маска Агамемнона", найденная Шлиманном в 1876 году в Микенах
The Golden Face
From dead Mycenae comes a Golden Face,
A Golden Face: a gleaming mask
That had a-down the years for only task,
Deep in the darkness of the tomb, to grace
A crumbling skull. Now here, beneath the skies,
That Golden Face looks with slit golden eyes
Upon a later world of men who know
A Song that in its day wasw still unsung,
An Epic for whose hexametric flow
Its race and place and time were all too young.
For, when that mask was made, Troy stood entire
And unsired yet was Agamemnons sire.
((from "The Golden Face", 1965)
"Маска Агамемнона", найденная Шлиманном в 1876 году в Микенах
