Homer Quotes

And he forged a thriving vineyard loaded with clusters,
bunches of lustrous grapes in gold, ripening deep purple
…And one lone footpath led toward the vineyard
and down it the pickers ran
whenever they went to strip the grapes at vintage –
girls and boys, their hearts leaping in innocence,
bearing away the sweet ripe fruit in wicker baskets.
And there among them a young boy plucked his lyre,
so dear it could break the heart with longing,
and what he sang was a dirge for the dying year,
lovely…his fine voice rising and falling low
as the rest followed, all together, frisking, singing,
shouting, their dancing footsteps beating out the time.

– Homer