Magazine August 1, 2011, Issue

The Man Robbed and Beaten and Left for Dead

(Geoff Howe/Reuters)

Across the level road I see
Somebody. He looks back at me.

(And help will come, or help will pass
By these outdated wisps of grass.)

No height or depth can intervene.
Only the smooth stones lie between.

How was my agony outrun?
I have poured out the wind and sun

(Crickets and flies and passersby)
And only watch from where I lie.

To Read the Full Story
Sarah Ruden’s most recent books are the extensively revised second edition of her Aeneid translation and her new translation of the Gospels.

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