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Antigone (lines 879-886)



Love, never conquered in battle
Love the plunderer laying waste the rich!
Love standing the night-watch
guarding a girl's soft cheek,
you range the seas, the shepherds' steadings off in the wilds—
not even the deathless gods can flee your onset,
nothing human born for a day—
whoever feels your grip is driven mad.

Translated from the Greek by Robert Fagles

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"Antigone" (excerpt) from Three Theban Plays by Sophocles. Translated by Robert Fagles, translation copyright © 1982 by Robert Fagles. Reprinted with the permission of Viking Penguin, a division of Penguin Putnam, Inc.


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