THE ODYSSEY

the wine-dark sea · a voyage home
ἄνδρα μοι ἔννεπε, μοῦσα, πολύτροπον

THE ODYSSEY

sing in me, Muse, of the man of many turns

Ten years at Troy, ten years on the wine-dark sea. Sail the whole archipelago of the poem — dive from the gods' height to a cave, a hall, a dog on a dungheap — and follow the threads that bind every soul in it.

drag to orbit · scroll to dive · click to scope in
Raising the wine-dark sea…