Date: Fri, 18 May 2012 12:39:54 -0400
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From: David Beierl <dbeierl@ATTGLOBAL.NET>
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At 11:22 AM 5/18/2012, Dave Mcneely wrote:
>months. We were in Spokane when Siduri (she'll be the only kid in
>class raising her hand to that one, I'm sure) was
>The Epic of Gilgamesh:
>
>Siduri the Alewife:
>If you are that Gilgamesh who seized and killed the Bull of Heaven,
>Who killed the watchman of the cedar forest,
>Who overthrew Humbaba that lived in the forest,
>And killed the lions in the passes of the mountain,
>Why are your cheeks so starved and why is your face so drawn?
>Why is despair in your heart and your face like the face of one who
>has made a long journey?
>Yes, why is your face burned from heat and cold?
>And why do you come here wandering over the pastures in search of the wind?
>
>Gilgamesh:
>And why should not my cheeks be starved and my face drawn?
>Despair is in my heart and my face is the face of one who has made a
>long journey,
>It was burned with heat and with cold.
>Why should I not wander over the pastures in search of the wind?
>My friend, my younger brother, he who hunted the wild ass of the
>wilderness and the panther of the plains,
>My friend, my younger brother who seized and killed the Bull of
>Heaven and overthrew Humbaba in the cedar forest,
>My friend who was very dear to me and who endured dangers beside me,
>Enkidu my brother, whom I laved, the end of mortality has overtaken him.
>I wept far him seven days and nights till the worm fastened on him.
>Because of my brother I am afraid of death.
>Because of my brother I stray through the wilderness and cannot rest.
>But now, young woman, maker of wine, since I have seen your face
>Do not let me see the face of death which I dread so much.
>
>Siduri the Alewife:
>Gilgamesh, where are you hurrying to?
>You will never find that life for which you are looking.
>When the gods created man they allotted to him death.
>But life they retained in their own keeping.
>As for you, Gilgamesh, fill your belly with good things;
>Day and night, night and day, dance and be merry, feast and rejoice.
>Let your clothes be fresh, bathe yourself in water.
>Cherish the little child that holds your hand.
>And make your wife happy in your embrace.
>For this too is the lot of man.
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