the mares that carry me bore me as far as my hopes had ever aspired they had taken me and set me on the goddess’ path inspired by innumerable discussions on this way they bear me through all stages untired to meet her face to face a man who can say he is a man of knowledge in this way I was carried the clever mares they strain at the chariot steered by maidens the axel burning and singing like pipes within the center eye of the silver inlayed wheels straining whenever the daughters of the sun urged them to carry me having pulled back the scarves they wore on their heads as they left the house of night for that of light between the sun and the night between dark and light stands a gate a great lintel stone seals both top and bottom tight against the architrave where it shone in the fiery realms the keys which punishing justice holds alone allows the opening of these two gates the maidens persuaded her with soft words to please push aside the locking bars briefly which were bound to the gates with pegs and poles and were designed to turn in their sockets around the poles opening the gateway there so the maidens having found the way clear drove the chariot and mares straight through the gates and along the road and the goddess greeted me there taking my hand in hers and told me the following young man you have arrived at our abode in the company of deathless charioteers and horses no ill fate sent you to travel on this path which leads to a land far removed from the usual places trod by man you must learn everything by asking the dual paths both the persuasive thrust of truth with its untrembling heart and the beliefs of mortals which you cannot trust but you will also learn at the start how it is necessary that those things men believe to be should be a part of the general belief that goes through all things to the end
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Wednesday, December 18, 2013
The Prologue
So here is the prologue to Parmenides poem. It was written in hexameters in imitation of Homeric verse, but, after working through the Greek and Coxon's notes carefully, I have rendered it into Dante's terza rima. Why? Just because:
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