Finished: Electra. Sophocles. Translated by: Anne Carson


Oh my child,

I thought I could save you.

I thought I could send you beyond.

But there is no beyond.

You might as well have stayed that day

to share your father’s tomb.

Instead, somewhere, I don’t know where-

suddenly alone you stopped-

where death was.

And I would have waited

and washed you

and lifted you 

up from the fire,

like a whitened coal.