Saturday, 20 December 2025

LEARNING ROM ANTIGONE

 

 

                   LEARNING ROM ANTIGONE

            In the Athenian tragic play “Antigone” written by the Greek tragedian Sophocles and first performed around  441 BC. the Scottish American intellectual critic Gilbert Highet (1906-1978) quotes the following  poem .

            Wonders are many, but none

            Is more wondrous than man.

             Man moves over the grey sea,

              Using the wind and the storm.

              Daring the depths and surges,

               Even the eldest of all the gods---

                Earth, inexhaustible earth.

                Man masters her

                 With yearly ploughs that turn and return

                 And the steady step of the horse.

                 Language and thought

                  Light and rapid  wind,

                  Man has thought himself as these, and has learnt

                   The ways of living in town and city,

                    Shelter from inhospitable frost.

                    Escape from the arrows of rain.

                    Cunning, cunning is man.

                     WISE though his plans are,

                     Artful beyond all dreaming,

                     They carry him both to evil and to good.               

            “Antigone” is the story of a young girl who learns that the body of her brother,  denounced as a rebel and traitor, is rotting in a desert, to be eaten by wolves and vultures. The government has announced death punishment for anyone who disobeys and buries the dead body. “Antigone” does not are for the consequences, follows her family tradition of burial, sacrifices her happiness and life even when her own sister does not support her.

 

            The determined girl Antigone thus becomes a great tragic heroine in literature.

             To conclude: this famous Gilbert Highet quote:

             

“The real duty of man is not to extend his power or multiply his wealth beyond his needs, but to enrich and enjoy his imperishable possession: his soul.

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G.R.Kanwal

20 December 2025

    

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