Odyssey

The poem appears in as many guises as Odysseus himself. There is so much power and grace in Homer’s poetry that a reader responsive to a few partial strands of it can find in them a wholly satisfying experience and every translator whose work I have read has detected and magnified something in the original that I had not found by other means. Any newly encountered translation of a poem is an opportunity to participate in a fresh reading through a new pair of eyes, and while those readings cannot all be taken in at one view, each one adds something to the sight that occupies the foreground at any moment. It is not because a new translation is needed that I now offer this one, but because every new translation is a contribution that enhances the self-revelation of a poem of boundless variety. The friction of one translation against another can be the quickest way for a path to light up for a reader’s own entry into the work. And this invitation to use the available translations not as rivals but in partnership gives license to any single translator to sacrifice part of the meaning and weight of any word or phrase to capture more effectively whatever seems to matter most in it. There comes a point when your best recourse is to rely on no one’s judgment but your own, to confront the intelligence, imagination, and heart we know as Homer on your own, and to join the fun. – from the Introduction by Joe Sachs