The Persians, by Aeschylus

The persians lo res

And Earth herself mourns.

Listen! She cries out

Wailing her own young, slaughtered by Xerxes

Who crammed them into the huge maw of Death

For those now dead

The country’s flower

Tamers of great bows, thickets of men

All wasted and withered

By tens of thousands.

Cry! Can you cry?

Their courage kept us safe.

And Asia

Whose mountains and plains you rule

Is forced, forced in blood

Down on her knees.

the persians

The Persians is an ancient Greek tragedy written during the Classical period of Ancient Greece by the Greek tragedian Aeschylus. It is the second and only surviving part of a now otherwise lost trilogy that won the first prize at the dramatic competitions in Athens’ City Dionysia festival in 472 BCE, with Pericles serving as choregos. Read more…

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