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Dances For Flute And Thunder: Praises, Prayers, And Insults:Poems from the Ancient Greek (Hardcover, 1999)

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Product Description : Dances for Flute and Thunder A renowned contemporary poet presents lively freespirited translations of great poetry from the ancient Greeks in an anthology that features thirtyeight worksincluding classical lyrics and epigramsby poets ranging from Sappho to Theokritos 12500 first printing ( it is an used product)

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These poems are so direct and contemporary in feel they read as if they were written last year not 2500 years ago. It's no wonder they reached everyone in ancient Greece, from aristocrats, philosophers and statesmen to soldiers, beggars, and prostitutes. Then, poetry was sung. Now, readers still turn to Greek verse for its beauty and wisdom. However, despite many fine translations, the poetry of ancient Greece is not so widely read as the Psalms, Rig Veda, I-Ching. Brooks Haxton, who admits that he's less interested in scholarship than in the poems' effect and intensity, wants to change that. His Dances for Flute and Thunder should do the trick. These poems are vital. Turn to any page and you'll find the precision of sense and feeling that makes them truly timeless: From her roost the water hen stretched out/her purple-green sleek neck, /the kingfisher's quick glance/shook droplets from his crown, /and I thought, love would always be/that brilliant on the wing and wild. Hayden Carruth describes Haxton's translations this way: They are the best things of their kind....I don't know how you've done it. But I do know that I am enjoying them immensely, totally. I haven't one criticism, and that's, as you know, damned unusual for me. It's strange, isn't it? Brooks Haxton, who moves, eats, and sits at his table in Syracuse, New York, has made these marvels of permanency.