Homer
The Blind Bard of Achaea
Sing, Muse, of wrath and the sea-wine road.
Though my eyes see only darkness, my soul beholds the glories of Troy and Olympus. I have walked the lands of Hellas, gathering tales like ripe olives, and set them to verse beneath the guidance of the Muses. My songs of wrath and longing, of cunning and return, endure in the hearts of men.
What I'm Into: the wine-dark sea, the rosy-fingered dawn, the wrath of Achilles, the lyre's rhythm, the deeds of Odysseus
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