Biogony I

Restore to us our sight
So that we may behold, as did our fathers
In every age, ere this heap of dregs
Where all worlds converge, and wretched millions
Skitter over land and sea and air
Like the forty-thousand who screamed across the Aegean
As the watchfires of Plataea darkened at their backs
Restore to us our sight, O things that sustain us
Things that crash down upon us
Draw our gaze thither, give to us our first look
Assail us to draw forth words from primal waters
And set us alight like hounds
Who knoweth not their own names, nor anything
Save the hard hands of their masters
And the funereal scent of the hunt
So that we may behold your gleaming, as did our fathers
And set fire to the cities of men

"…ἦρχε δ᾽ ἄρ᾽ Ἕκτωρ
Μακρὰ βιβάς: πρόσθεν δὲ κί᾽ αὐτοῦ Φοῖβος Ἀπόλλων
Εἱμένος ὤμοιιν νεφέλην, ἔχε δ᾽ αἰγίδα θοῦριν."