“Translation of Homeric Hymn to Apollo, 363ff:” by Jack Spira ‘16

“Rot, and seep into the ground.
Your corpse, a bunk-mate to the bones of the branches beneath
Whose fruit, men, whom you hunt,
Shall eat. Rot, foul beast,
Rot and no one will cull hecatombs at your grave;
Dark Chimera will not avail you,
And Typhoeus will not stop this death,
He will not stop your rot,
Your sulfurous putrefaction,
Above Gaia, and below Hyperion.”
And so the Mouse God gloated, and so darkness covered her eyes.

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