Showing posts with label how to seduce a blind poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label how to seduce a blind poet. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 30, 2008

It's not really a post. It's a post-it?

Dear Homer,
What's with all the ankles?

But someone saw him — Cadmus' daughter with lovely ankles,
Ino, a mortal woman once with human voice (5.366-67)

and later:
...the man himself delights
in the grand feasts of the deathless gods on high,
wed to Hebe, famed for her lithe, alluring ankles (11.691-93)

"Man, don't look at her face — but you should see those ankles."

I think Homer was an ankle man. He also seemed to pay attention to braids and rosy fingers.

Fiona