Homer Quotes

I was well on my way down, nearing our ship
when a god took pity on me, wandering all alone;
he sent me a big stag with high branching antlers,
right across my path – the sun’s heat forced him down
from his forest range to drink at a river’s banks –
just bounding out of the timber when I hit him
square in the backbone, halfway down the spine
and my bronze spear went punching clean through –
he dropped in the dust, groaning, gasping out his breath.

– Homer