4 years ago
Oh Gods of wrath,
how far I've travelled on my dangerous path!
I go to meet my husband; at his side will stand
Hippolytus. How shall I hide my thick adulterous passion for this
youth, who has rejected
me, and knows the truth? Will he not draw his
sword and strike me dead? Suppose he spares
me? What if nothing's said? Can I kiss Theseus
with dissembled poise? The very dust rises to
disabuse my husband — to defame me and accuse!
Oenone(1), I want to die. Death will give me
freedom; oh it's nothing not to live; death to the
unhappy's no catastrophe!
(1)Oenone is Phaedra's nurse and confidante in Racine's Phedre. The text of Britten's Phaedra is taken from a translation of this by Robert Lowell.
|By Summer Lodge Tarn. Oxnop Beacon is in the background.|
|Great Whernside and Buckden Pike from The Fleak|
|Smoke by Semerwater, from The Fleak|
|A cairn on the Fleak, looking towards Summer Lodge Tarn and Swaledale|