Thesauros Edebiyat Destan Pharsalia

Pharsalia

Pharsalia Lucan 39-65

Kitap 6

 
For things unlawful, lest they hear again 1
 
Its fearful accents: men whose limbs were quick
 
With vital power she thrust within the grave
 
Despite the fates who owed them years to come:
 
The funeral reversed brought from the tomb
 
Those who were dead no longer; and the pyre
 
Yields to her shameless clutch still smoking dust
 
And bones enkindled, torches which but now
 
Some grieving father held, and fragments mixed
 
In sable smoke and ceremental cloths
 
Singed with the redolent fire that burned the dead.
 
But those who lie within a stony cell
 
Untouched by fire, whose dried and mummied frames
 
No longer know corruption, limb by limb
 
Venting her rage she tears, the bloodless eyes
 
Drags from their cavities, and mauls the nail
 
Upon the withered hand: she gnaws the noose
 
By which some wretch has died, and from the tree
 
Drags down a pendent corpse, its members torn
 
Asunder to the winds: forth from the palms
 
Wrenches the iron, and from the unbending bond
 
Hangs by her teeth, and with her hands collects
 
The slimy gore which drips upon the limbs.
 
Where lay a corpse upon the naked earth
 
On ravening birds and beasts of prey the hag
 
Kept watch, nor marred by knife or hand her spoil,
 
Till on his victim seized some nightly wolf; 'As if that piece were sweeter which the wolf had bitten.' Note to'The Masque of Queens,' in which the first hag says: I have been all day, looking after A raven feeding on a quarter, And soon as she turned her beak to the south I snatched this morsel out of her mouth.' Ben Jonson. But more probably the meaning is that the wolf's bite gave the flesh magical efficacy.
 
Then dragged the morsel from his thirsty fangs;
 
Nor fears she murder, if some banquet fell
 
Need blood fresh issued from the gaping throat,
 
Or panting entrail. By unnatural means
 
Wombs yield to her the infant to be placed
 
On glowing altars: and whene'er she needs
 
Some fierce undaunted ghost, he fails not her
 
Who has all deaths in use. Her hand has chased
 
From smiling cheeks the rosy bloom of life;
 
And with sinister hand from dying youth
 
Has shorn the fatal lock: and holding oft
 
In foul embraces some departed friend
 
Severed the head, and through the ghastly lips,

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