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THE ILIAD OR THE POEM OF FORCE Simone Weil Originally published in Politics, November The true hero, the true subject, the center of the Iliad is. The Iliad, or, The Poem of Force was written in the summer and fall of , after the fall of The true hero, the true subject, the center of the Iliad is force. Force. WEIL, SIMONE, The Iliad, or the Poem of Force, Chicago Review, p Page 2. WEIL, SIMONE, The Iliad, or the Poem of Force, Chicago Review.
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What they want is, in fact, everything. For booty, all the riches of Troy; for their bonfires, all the palaces, temples, houses; for slaves, all the women and children; for corpses, all the men.
They forget one detail, that everything is not within their power, for they are not in Troy. Perhaps they will be there tomorrow; perhaps not.
Hector, the same day, makes the same mistake: For I know well in my entrails and in my heart, A day will come when Holy Troy will perish, Iliad poem of force Priam, and the nation of Priam of the good lance.
But I think less of the grief that is in store for the Trojans, And of Hecuba herself, and of Priam the king, And of my brothers, so numerous and so brave, 8 Who will fall in the dust under the blows of the enemy. Than of you that day when a Greek in his bronze breastplate Will drag you away iliad poem of force and deprive you of your liberty.
But as for me, may I be dead, and may the earth have covered me Before I hear you cry out or see you dragged away! At this moment what would he not give to turn aside those horrors which he believes to be inevitable?
But at this moment nothing he could give would be of iliad poem of force use.
The next day but one, however, the Greeks have run away miserably, and Agamemnon himself is in favor of putting to the sea again. And now Hector, by making a very few concessions, iliad poem of force readily secure the enemy's departure; yet now he is even unwilling to let them go empty-handed: Set fires everywhere and let the brightness mount the skies Lest in the night the long-haired Greeks, Escaping, sail over iliad poem of force broad back of ocean.
Let each of them take home a wound to heal. His wish is granted; the Greeks stay; and the next day they reduce Hector and his men to a pitiable condition: As for them - they fled across the plain like cattle Whom a lion hunts before him in the dark midnight.
Thus the mighty Agamemnon, son of Atreus, pursued them, Steadily iliad poem of force the hindmost; and still they fled.
In the course of the afternoon.
The Iliad or the Poem of Force
Hector regains the ascendancy, iliad poem of force again, then puts the Greeks to flight, then is repulsed by Patroclus, who has come in with his fresh troops. Patroclus, pressing his advantage, ends by finding himself exposed, wounded and without armor, to the sword of Hector.
And finally that iliad poem of force the victorious Hector hears the prudent counsel of Polydamas and repudiates it sharply: Now that wily Kronos's son has given me Glory at the ships; now that I have driven the Greeks to the sea, Do not offer, fool, such counsels to iliad poem of force people.
No Trojan will listen to you; nor would I permit it. So Hector spoke, and the Trojans acclaimed him.
The next day Hector is lost. Achilles has harried him across the field and is about to kill him.
He has always been iliad poem of force stronger of the two in combat; how much the more iliad poem of force now, after several weeks of rest, ardent for vengeance and victory, against an exhausted enemy? And Hector stands alone, before the walls of Troy, absolutely alone, alone to wait for death and to steady his soul to face it: Alas, were I to slip through the gate, behind the rampart, Polydamas at once would heap dishonor on me.
And now that through my recklessness I have destroyed my people, I fear the Trojans and the long-robed Trojan women, I fear to hear from some one far less brave than I "Hector, trusting his own strength too far, has ruined his people. Suppose I were to down my bossed shield, My massive helmet, and, leaning my spear against the wall, Should go to meet renowned Achilles?
I would not reach him, nor would he pity me, Or respect me.