Oresteia

a sturdy pair, holding honor of throne and sceptre,
steered their thousand-ship fleet of Argives
from this land
as an armed relief,
screaming out war from their hearts
like vultures, which in lonely
grief for their brood, high above their nests,
wheel and turn,
rowing with the oars of their wings,
having lost the bed-tending
labor over their fledglings.
But some one of the powers supreme—either Apollo,
or Pan, or Zeus—hearing the shrill-voiced cry
of these sojourning birds,
sends a late-avenging
Erinys Fury/Avenging spirit against the transgressors.
Thus the greater Zeus, the protector of guests,
sends the sons of Atreus against Alexander,
for the sake of a woman of many lords,
to impose many and limb-wearying
struggles, with the knee pressed into the dust
and the spear shattered in the preliminary
onset, upon the Danaans and
Trojans alike. The matter is now where it is;
it moves to its destined end. Neither by burning
offerings, nor by pouring libations,
nor by tears, shall one soothe the stubborn
wrath of sacrifices that will not burn.
But we, weak with flesh that is ancient