Lika_k
Искусствоед
He bound my arms like the wings of a bird,
to lead me captive to the house of darkness, seat of Irkalla;
to the house which none who enters ever leaves,
on the path that allows no journey back,
to the house whose residents are deprived of light,
where soil is their sustenance and clay their food,
where they are clad like birds in coats of feathers,
and see no light, but dwell in darkness.

Mesopotamian conception of the netherworld/”Hell”, taken from the Epic of Gilgamesh, tablet VII.

@темы: underworld, poetry, gilgamesh, epic, death, antiquity