"Autobiographies of great nations are written in three manuscripts – a book of deeds, a book of words, and a book of art. Of the three, I would choose the latter as truest testimony." - Sir Kenneth Smith, Great Civilisations

"I must write each day without fail, not so much for the success of the work, as in order not to get out of my routine." - Leo Tolstoy

I have never believed that one should wait until one is inspired because I think the pleasures of not writing are so great that if you ever start indulging them you will never write again. - John Updike

"The life of every man is a diary in which he means to write one story, and writes another; and his humblest hour is when he compares the volume as it is with what he vowed to make it." - J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

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Wednesday, January 28, 2026

Virgil's Aeneid and the Tragic Cost of Empire Building


Illustrated by R.E. Slater & ChatGPT

Beneath the Shadow of Empire
Virgil’s Aeneid and the Tragic Cost of Empire Building

by R.E. Slater & ChatGPT

“Imperium sine fine dedi.”
I have granted them empire without end.
- Virgil, Aeneid 1.279

“The true subject of history is not power, but suffering.”
- Simone Weil

“Great art does not console. It makes visible.”
- adapted from Albert Camus


Preface

Every civilization eventually tells itself a story about how it began. Not merely to remember, but to justify. Not merely to preserve, but to persuade.

These stories become more than memories. They become mirrors - reflecting what a culture believes itself to be, and what it hopes others will see. They are sung, taught, monumentalized, and repeated until they feel inevitable.

Rome told its story through Virgil.

Commissioned during the fragile dawn of Augustus’ new imperial order, the Aeneid was tasked with doing what few works of art are ever asked to do: to gather scattered histories, myths, and aspirations into a single poetic architecture capable of sustaining an empire’s self-understanding.

Yet the poem that emerged does something far more complex than stabilize power. It unsettles it.

The Aeneid does not merely narrate Rome’s rise. It exposes the human cost embedded within the very idea of historical destiny. It does not deny greatness, but neither does it allow greatness to appear morally weightless. Instead, Virgil composes a work in which triumph is inseparable from grief, vocation from loss, and founding from fracture.

This essay approaches the Aeneid not as a singular monument to Rome’s glory, but as one of the earliest sustained meditations on what it means to build worlds - and what such building extracts from those who bear its burden.

Introduction - A Poem Commissioned, a Conscience Discovered

Virgil’s Aeneid has long occupied a paradoxical position in Western literature. It stands simultaneously as Rome’s national epic and as one of the most quietly subversive poems ever written in the service of political power. For over two millennia it has been read as the story of origins: how a Trojan refugee named Aeneas, guided by fate and the gods, journeyed from the ruins of Troy, through many obstacles, to the soil of Italy and became the ancestor of the Roman people. It is, in this sense, a poem about national beginnings.

Yet to read the Aeneid only as an origin story is to miss its deeper ambition. Beneath the architecture of legend lies a sustained inquiry into the moral psychology of founding itself. Virgil is less interested in explaining how Rome began than in asking what kind of inner world must exist for such a beginning to be possible.

The poem emerges from a moment of acute historical tension. Rome in the late first century BCE had been torn apart by decades of civil war. The old republican order lay in ruins. Augustus, victor over Antony and Cleopatra and heir to Julius Caesar’s legacy, presented himself as the restorer of peace, tradition, and moral stability. Yet this restoration depended upon a radical concentration of power unprecedented in Roman history.

Augustus needed more than armies and laws. He needed meaning. He needed a story vast enough to render the present not as a rupture, but as fulfillment.

Virgil’s task, therefore, was not merely literary. It was civilizational.

He was asked to craft a poem that would do for Rome what Homer had done for Greece: provide a shared imaginative homeland, a moral grammar, and a vision of collective destiny. The Aeneid was to be beautiful, authoritative, and persuasive. It was to sanctify Rome’s past and stabilize Rome’s future.

And yet, according to ancient tradition, Virgil approached his own creation with profound unease. On his deathbed he is said to have requested that the poem be destroyed, as it was unfinished and unpolished in his eyes. Whether or not the story is historically exact, its symbolic force is unmistakable. The Aeneid bears the marks of a poem that knows it is walking a perilous line between celebration and confession.

What makes the Aeneid enduring is not that it tells Rome what it wants to hear. It is that Virgil finds a way - through narrative, character, and tragic structure - to tell Rome what it cannot afford to forget.

This essay explores the Aeneid as a work suspended between legend and lament, between imperial aspiration and human cost. It argues that Virgil constructs not a simple hymn to empire, but a tragic epic in which civilization itself becomes a morally ambiguous achievement: magnificent, necessary, and deeply wounded.

Rome, in Virgil’s vision, is not founded upon innocence.
It is founded beneath the shadow of loss.


I. The Aeneid as Epic Form and Cultural Technology

Epic poetry in the ancient world was never merely storytelling. It functioned as what might be called a cultural technology: a device for preserving memory, shaping moral imagination, and stabilizing collective identity across generations. Long before archives, printing presses, or national museums, epic served as the primary medium through which civilizations remembered who they were and why they existed.

Homer’s Iliad and Odyssey did not simply recount heroic exploits. They encoded Greek values - honor, excellence, hospitality, cunning, endurance - into narrative form. To learn Homer was to learn what it meant to inhabit the Greek world.

Augustus understood this dynamic intuitively. A restored Rome without a restored story would remain fragile. Laws could compel behavior; armies could enforce order. But only a shared imaginative vision could cultivate loyalty, meaning, and long-term coherence.

The Aeneid was therefore conceived as more than a literary masterpiece. It was intended as Rome’s moral archive and national inspiration.

Virgil adopts Homeric architecture deliberately. The poem’s first half follows a wandering hero displaced from home, echoing Odysseus. The second half narrates a brutal war over territory and destiny, echoing Achilles. Through this structural mirroring, Rome is inserted into the deepest layer of Mediterranean mythic memory. Rome does not merely come after Greece. Rome is woven into the same primordial fabric.

Yet imitation is not equivalence.

Virgil transforms the epic form even as he inherits it. Homeric epics revolve around heroes pursuing personal honor within a competitive aristocratic world. Virgil’s epic revolves around a hero who repeatedly suppresses personal desire in service of a future he will never see. The gravitational center of the genre shifts from glory to obligation.

This shift reflects Rome’s own mythic self-understanding. The Roman ideal is not the dazzling individual warrior, but the citizen who subordinates himself to the collective project. Discipline, endurance, and submission to national identity replaced Homeric flamboyance.

And yet, Virgil refuses to present this transformation as uncomplicated moral progress.

The epic form allows him to hold two visions in tension at once:

  • On the surface, Rome emerges as history’s destined culmination.

  • Beneath the surface, the poem continually stages scenes in which that destiny wounds those who must enact it.

In this sense, the Aeneid does not simply function as cultural technology. It becomes a meta-technology: a device that exposes the costs hidden within cultural technologies themselves.

Virgil shows how civilizations require stories that smooth over rupture, disguise contingency, and transmute violence into necessity. But he also shows - quietly, persistently - that such smoothing never fully succeeds.

As a mythic Epic, in Virgil’s hands, becomes a form capable of containing contradiction.

The poem teaches Romans how to see themselves as heirs to Troy, chosen by fate, and entrusted with world-rule. Simultaneously, it teaches attentive readers how fragile such narratives are, and how much suffering they depend upon.

This dual function explains the strange emotional texture of the Aeneid. The poem is solemn rather than exuberant. Its beauty is weighted, its grandeur haunted. Even its victories feel heavy.

Unlike Homer, who often delights in the kinetic energy of battle and the immediacy of heroic presence, Virgil writes with retrospective gravity. His epic sounds as though it already knows that empires rise and fall, that glory erodes, that monuments eventually become ruins.

Thus, while Augustus sought a poem that would anchor Rome’s future, Virgil produced a poem saturated with historical consciousness.

The Aeneid does not simply project forward. It looks outward, backward, and inward at once.

It looks backward toward Troy, outward toward Rome’s imperial horizon, and inward toward the human psyche struggling to survive inside vast historical machinery.

This is why the Aeneid continues to feel modern.

It is not content to tell us who wins.

It asks what winning does. Why it may not be important. And the enduring burden that winning brings.


II. Virgil and the Artist Under Power

Virgil did not write the Aeneid from a position of political freedom. He wrote under patronage, under expectation, and under the quiet but unmistakable pressure of an emerging autocracy. Augustus did not merely admire Virgil’s talent; he depended upon it.

This dependence fundamentally shapes the poem’s character.

Unlike poets who compose in overt opposition to power, Virgil occupies a far more precarious space: the artist whose work is desired by power. Such a position offers protection, resources, and prestige - but it also creates an ethical trap and personal risk. When authority wishes to be praised, silence can be dangerous, and direct critique can be fatal.

Virgil’s genius lies in recognizing that resistance need not be noisy to be real.

Rather than writing against Augustus, he writes around him. He constructs a poem that satisfies the formal requirements of imperial ideology while embedding within it layers of emotional and moral disturbance that prevent any fully triumphalist reading.

This mode of writing belongs to a long tradition of what might be called interior dissent: art that fulfills its public function while quietly complicating the values it appears to endorse.

Virgil’s earlier poetic career makes this stance intelligible. His pastoral poems dwell in small-scale worlds - shepherds, fields, love, and loss. His Georgics, while ostensibly a manual on agriculture, already function as a meditation on labor, suffering, and the dignity of sustained effort. Even there, the Roman ideal of work is portrayed as necessary-but-exhausting, ennobling-but-relentless.

The Aeneid intensifies this trajectory.

Where the Eclogues explore fragile beauty, and the Georgics explore disciplined endurance, the Aeneid explores what happens when endurance becomes a permanent condition rather than a temporary trial.

Virgil is not a revolutionary. He does not imagine a Rome without empire. But neither does he imagine an empire without moral cost.

His relationship to Augustus is therefore neither simple loyalty nor covert rebellion. It is tragic complicity.

Virgil knows that Rome’s historical momentum cannot be stopped. He also knows that art can still shape how that momentum is understood.

The poem does not shout: Empire is evil.

It whispers something more devastating:

Empire may be necessary.
Empire may even be magnificent.
But empire is never clean.

This is why the Aeneid feels saturated with grief even when it is celebrating destiny. Virgil writes as a man who understands that historical success and human flourishing are not synonymous.

In doing so, he transforms the role of the court poet.

Rather than functioning solely as an amplifier of power, Virgil becomes a surreptitious recorder of what power leaves behind.

He catalogs the abandoned, the displaced, the silenced, and the inwardly broken - not in the language of political protest, but in the language of tragedy.

This distinction matters.

  • Political critique seeks to persuade.
  • Tragic art seeks to reveal.

Virgil’s aim is not to overthrow Augustus’ narrative. It is to make that narrative heavy with self-awareness.

  • If Rome must tell itself that it is chosen, Virgil ensures that chosenness feels burdensome.
  • If Rome must imagine its origins as glorious, Virgil ensures that those origins are soaked in tears.

The rumored desire to burn the poem thus becomes symbolically fitting. The Aeneid reads like a work that never wanted to become an official monument. It wanted to remain a question.

And perhaps this is Virgil’s final act of fidelity - not to Augustus, not even to Rome, but to humanity itself.

He gives the empire its epic.

He also gives posterity its conscience.


III. Aeneas: The Anti-Homeric Hero and the Psychology of Subtraction

Epic heroes traditionally embody a culture’s highest aspirations. Achilles embodies heroic excellence and incandescent individuality. Odysseus embodies cunning intelligence and resilient selfhood. Both figures are intensely self-aware. They know who they are, what they desire, and what they are willing to risk.

Aeneas is a different kind of hero.

He does not blaze.
He does not dazzle.
He endures.

Virgil’s central innovation is to construct a protagonist whose greatness consists not in the expansion of self, but in its gradual erosion.

Aeneas is introduced as pius Aeneas - the pious one, the dutiful one, the bearer of obligation. From the opening lines, his defining trait is not charisma or brilliance, but burden. He carries the gods, the future, the ashes of Troy, and the expectations of an unborn civilization.

Yet what is striking is not simply that Aeneas bears these weights, but that he never fully understands them.

Unlike heroes who receive clear instructions and confidently execute them, Aeneas moves through a fog of partial revelation. He knows he must go somewhere. He knows he must found something. But the contours of that destiny remain indistinct. The gods communicate through riddles, dreams, fragments, and delayed disclosures.

This narrative choice is critical.

Virgil could have written a hero who marches forward with certainty. Instead, he writes a hero who advances through uncertainty.

Aeneas’ psychological posture is therefore not triumphal but anxious. He is frequently described as trembling, grieving, hesitant, and exhausted. His internal landscape is dominated less by ambition than by endurance.

Over time, this endurance produces a particular form of damage.

Aeneas becomes increasingly capable of suppressing his own interior life. He learns how to override desire, mute grief, and subordinate love to necessity. This is not portrayed as moral failure. It is portrayed as training.

But training exacts a price.

Virgil quietly stages what might be called a psychology of subtraction: with each act of obedience, something human is pared away.

Aeneas does not grow into a more vibrant self.
He grows into a more functional self.

He becomes reliable.
He becomes effective.
He becomes colder.

This trajectory culminates in the second half of the poem, where Aeneas increasingly resembles a machine of fate rather than a fully integrated person. He conducts killing campaigns with grim efficiency. He exhibits less hesitation, but not more joy. The cost of certainty is emotional narrowing.

The hero does not become whole.
He becomes usable.

This is perhaps Virgil’s most unsettling suggestion: that civilizations may require founders who are, in a profound sense, incomplete.

Not wicked.
Not monstrous.
But hollowed out.

Aeneas’ virtue is real. His sacrifices are genuine. Yet Virgil refuses to romanticize the interior consequences of a life lived entirely for posterity.

Aeneas will become the ancestor of Rome.
He will never become himself.

In this sense, Aeneas is not simply Rome’s founding father. He is Rome’s first casualty.

His interior diminishment prefigures the ethical structure of the civilization he enables: disciplined, formidable, outwardly magnificent, and yet... inwardly costly.

Virgil thus redefines heroism.

Heroism is no longer the flourishing of the individual within a meaningful cosmos.
Heroism becomes the willingness to disappear into history.

This redefinition is not presented as noble simplicity.

It is presented as tragic necessity.

And tragedy, for Virgil, is not spectacle.

It is recognition.


IV. Dido: Love, Alternative Civilization, and the World That Might Have Been

If Aeneas embodies the civilization that must be, Dido embodies a civilization that could have been.

Virgil does not introduce Dido merely as a romantic obstacle. He introduces her as a ruler, a founder, and a visionary. She has fled tyranny, gathered refugees, organized a city, established laws, and cultivated prosperity. Carthage, as Virgil presents it, is not a barbaric outpost. It is ordered, vibrant, industrious, and humane.

In other words, Dido has already accomplished what Aeneas has not yet achieved.

This narrative choice is radical.

Virgil allows the hero to encounter a functioning civilization that is not sanctioned by Roman destiny.

This alone destabilizes any simple notion that Rome represents the only viable path toward human flourishing.

Dido’s Carthage operates through cooperation rather than conquest. It arises from mutual protection rather than prophetic inevitability. It is built through shared vulnerability rather than cosmic mandate.

When Aeneas arrives, he does not enter chaos... he enters possibility.

Their relationship, therefore, is not merely erotic. It is philosophical.

Together they imagine a joint future: a shared rule, a merged people, a city formed not through annihilation of the other but through relational synthesis. Virgil carefully presents this not as fantasy but as a plausible alternative history.

This is what gives the episode its devastating force.

Dido does not represent temptation alone.

She represents an alternative model of civilization.

One grounded in presence rather than postponement.
One grounded in mutual recognition rather than deferred destiny.
One grounded in love rather than abstraction.

When Aeneas leaves Dido, he is not simply abandoning a lover.

He is abandoning an altogether new world - one that never was and never could be under Roman rule.

Virgil intensifies this tragedy by granting Dido a full interior life. She speaks extensively. She reflects, argues, remembers, hopes, despairs. Her voice fills the poem with psychological density unmatched by any other character in the Aeneid.

This imbalance is deliberate.

Lavinia, the Italian woman Aeneas is destined to marry, never speaks.

Yet Dido speaks hundreds of lines.

The woman associated with political necessity is silent.

The woman associated with human intimacy is eloquent.

Virgil thereby exposes the poem’s moral fault line: history privileges outcomes over experiences, but poetry refuses to do so.

Dido’s suffering is not presented as hysterical excess. It is presented as coherent, intelligible, and devastatingly human. She believes herself married to Aeneus. She believes herself chosen. She believes herself building a shared future.

From her perspective, Aeneas’ departure is not obedience to fate - It is betrayal.

Virgil does not correct her. - he allows the reader to inhabit her devastation without offering theological consolation.

Even Aeneas’ defense - that he must follow destiny - sounds thin against the wreckage it produces.

When Dido kills herself, the poem does not frame the act as moral failure - It frames it as consequence to stoic loyalty to a cause and not to her.

A world in which destiny overrides love becomes a world in which certain people become unviable... even unlivable.

This is not a side note.

It is the emotional core of the epic.

Dido’s death plants a permanent question inside Rome’s origin story:

What kind of civilization requires the sacrifice of such a woman?

Virgil never answers this question.

But he ensures that it cannot be forgotten.


V. The Underworld, the Two Gates, and the Fracture of Historical Certainty

Midway through the Aeneid (c. 29-19 BCE), Virgil brings Aeneas to the underworld. Structurally, this moment mirrors Odysseus’ descent in the Odyssey (c. 750-700 BCE) and anticipates Dante’s later journey centuries later in the Divine Comedy. (c.1308-1320 CE) But Virgil’s underworld serves a distinct purpose.

It is not primarily a place of moral judgment - It is a place of historical revelation.

Here, Aeneas encounters the shade of his father, Anchises, who unveils the future: a grand procession of Roman heroes yet to be born, culminating in Augustus and his destined heirs.

This vision supplies the poem with its most explicit articulation of Rome’s cosmic mission. Rome is not merely powerful. Rome is (divinely) chosen or fated to become. Its dominion is presented as both vast and endless.

On the surface, this scene appears to fulfill the epic’s ideological function.

The hero sees the meaning of his suffering.
The future justifies the present.
(Mythic) destiny becomes (imaginatively) visible.

Yet Virgil introduces a detail so strange, so disquieting, that it destabilizes the entire vision:

Aeneas does not exit the underworld through the gate associated with true dreams.
He exits through the gate of false dreams.

The ancient tradition behind the two gates distinguishes between visions that correspond to reality and visions that deceive. By directing Aeneas through the gate of false dreams, Virgil introduces interpretive instability at the very moment when certainty should be maximal.

This is not an accidental flourish - It is a philosophical incision.

The implication is not necessarily that Rome’s future will not occur. Historically, from Virgil’s vantage point, it already has occurred. The implication is more disturbing:

The way Rome understands its future may be false:
The grandeur may be real.
The victories may be real.
The moral interpretation of those realities may be illusory.

Virgil thus suggests that civilizations are capable of generating accurate outcomes and inaccurate meanings simultaneously.

Empires happen - But. the stories empires tell about themselves are curated.

This fracture between event and interpretation is one of the poem’s most modern insights. It anticipates later critiques of ideology, propaganda, and myth-making without employing any of that vocabulary.

By having Aeneas forget the vision after leaving the underworld, Virgil compounds the instability. The hero does not march forward illuminated by certainty. He returns to the world burdened by obscurity.

The future has been shown - It has not been integrated.

Aeneas continues not because he understands, but because he must.

This distinction matters.

It suggests that Rome’s founding is not driven by transparent moral clarity, but by momentum, pressure, and obedience to inherited narratives.

The underworld episode thus becomes a mirror of Virgil’s own historical position.

Augustus claims that Rome has entered an age of restoration, peace, and moral renewal.

Virgil allows that claim to stand.

But he embeds within the poem a quiet warning:

A future proclaimed as radiant may still be constructed atop accumulated suffering.

Destiny, in the Aeneid, is not false.

But it is not innocent.

The two gates remind us that history’s self-understanding is always vulnerable to distortion.

And poetry, at its best, is the art that leaves that vulnerability visible.


VI. The Ending: Mercy Withheld, Justice Questioned, Empire Founded in Fury

From the beginning of the Aeneid, the reader knows how the story must end.

Aeneas will prevail.
The Trojans will secure a homeland.
Rome will be birthed.

There is no narrative suspense about outcome. The only suspense that remains is moral. Virgil reserves that suspense for the final moments:

Aeneas and Turnus, champion of the Italian resistance, meet in single combat. Turnus is defeated. He falls. He is disarmed. He is helpless. The war has effectively ended.

At this point, epic convention would normally grant the hero a moment of magnanimity. The victorious founder, standing at the threshold of history, would demonstrate the virtue that legitimizes his rule.

Virgil deliberately stages such a moment.

Turnus speaks.

He does not rage.
He does not curse.
He pleads for his life.

He acknowledges defeat. He accepts that Aeneas has won Lavinia and the future (of Rome). He asks only that his life be spared, or at minimum that his body be returned to his father.

Crucially, Virgil tells us that Aeneas hesitates. He wavers. He begins to incline toward mercy.

This hesitation is not incidental. It is one of Augustus’ most publicized virtues: clementia mercy, restraint, the capacity to spare the defeated. Augustus cultivated an image of himself as a ruler who, unlike the warlords of the civil wars, knew when not to kill.

Aeneas stands poised to embody this same ideal.

Then Virgil reverses the scene.

Aeneas sees Turnus wearing the belt of Pallas, the young warrior entrusted to Aeneus' personal care who had been slain earlier in the war by Turnus. The sight triggers an eruption of rage. Aeneas no longer speaks as a political founder. He speaks as an avenger of Pallas, his symbolic son, ward, and protege. 

He viciously kills Turnus. Aeneus is merciless.

Not as a calculated necessity.
Not as an act of judicial closure.
But in violent, blood fury.

Virgil’s language is explicit. Aeneas is seized by madness, by burning anger, by a surge of personal passion. The killing is emotionally intelligible.

It is not morally clean.

The poem dramatically ends at this very moment.

There is no celebration.
There is no reconciliation.
There is no vision of peace.

The final word describes Turnus’ soul descending to the underworld indignant - wronged, feeling undeservedly treated, deprived of justice.

With this ending, Virgil performs a devastating maneuver.

He allows Rome to be founded - But he refuses to let Rome be founded innocently. The city comes into existence not through an act of mercy, but through an act of rage.

This does not mean Aeneas is a villain. It means Aeneas is human. And this humanity is precisely what unsettles the epic.

If Rome’s first decisive act is morally compromised, then moral compromise is not an aberration in Roman history. It is structural.

Virgil does not say that empire is illegitimate. He suggests something more difficult: Empire is tragic.

Not tragic in the sense of melodrama. Tragic in the classical sense: a collision between a fated destiny that cannot be harmonized.

Aeneas owes loyalty to the dead.
Aeneas owes mercy to the living.
He cannot fully satisfy both.
Whatever he chooses, something sacred is violated.

The founding of Rome thus occurs in a moral remainder. Something unresolved. Something that cannot be redeemed by later greatness.

The poem’s final silence is therefore not emptiness. It is accusation. Not against Aeneas alone. Not against Augustus alone. But against the very logic that insists history must always justify itself.

Virgil leaves us not with triumph - He leaves us with responsibility.


VII. Virgil’s Legacy: From Roman Epic to Christian Conscience

Virgil did not live to see what his poem would become. Within decades of his death, the Aeneid entered Roman education as a foundational text. Children learned Latin through its lines. Statesmen quoted it. Philosophers glossed it. It became not merely a great poem, but a cultural organ.

Yet the most remarkable dimension of Virgil’s legacy is not Roman.

It is Christian.

As Christianity spread through the late antique world, early Christian thinkers found themselves inheriting a literary tradition saturated with pagan epic. Rather than discard Virgil, they reinterpreted him. They sensed in the Aeneid not theological correctness, but moral seriousness.

Virgil did not know Christ. But he knew tragedy. And tragedy proved to be an existential bridge to meaning. To identity. To virtue and value.

Christian readers recognized in Virgil a poet who understood that history is broken, that power wounds, that innocence is rare, and that human greatness is always compromised. These intuitions resonated deeply with a religious worldview centered on fallenness, suffering, and the longing for redemption.

This reception reaches its most famous expression in Dante’s Divine Comedy. Here, Dante literarily chooses Virgil as his guide through Hell and Purgatory. This choice is not ornamental.

Virgil had come to represent natural reason at its highest reach. He embodied what the human mind might grasp about justice, suffering, virtue, and moral order without divine revelation. He can diagnose evil. He can recognize tragedy. He can lead the pilgrim through the landscapes of moral consequence.

But Virgil cannot enter Paradise.

This limitation is symbolic. It is not a condemnation of Virgil. It is an acknowledgment of the boundary of tragic wisdom.... Virgil can show that the world is broken. He cannot show how to heal it.

In this sense, the Aeneid becomes, retroactively, a pre-Christian witness to humanity’s unresolved condition.

It knows that history cannot save itself.
It knows that empire cannot redeem its own violence.
It knows that duty alone cannot generate wholeness.
These are precisely the questions Christianity claims to answer.

Yet even here, Virgil’s relevance does not evaporate. Modern readers, whether religious or not, continue to encounter in the Aeneid a profound realism about power. The poem resists both naive glorification and simplistic condemnation. It occupies the harder space between.

Virgil teaches that civilizations are neither purely evil nor purely good.
They are tragic achievements.
They arise from genuine human longings for order, meaning, and continuity.
They also arise through exclusion, coercion, and cruel sacrifice.

This double vision remains indispensable. In an age still shaped by nations, empires, and global systems, the Aeneid offers no easy comfort. It offers something rarer:

  • Moral depth without moral illusion.
  • Virgil’s legacy, therefore, is not that he gave Rome its greatest story.
  • It is that he gave the West one of its earliest sustained examinations of what it means to need such stories in the first place. .

VIII. Conclusion: Founding, Suffering, and the Unfinished Human Question

The Aeneid endures because it refuses to simplify what it means to begin.

Rome’s origin story, as Virgil tells it, is not a tale of pristine emergence. It is a tale of flight, loss, compromise, and morally ambiguous necessity. Troy must burn. Dido must die. Pallas must fall. Turnus must be killed. Only then can Rome exist.

Virgil does not hide these costs.

He arranges them into the very architecture of the poem.

This is his quiet defiance.

The epic form had long been used to elevate nations, glorify heroes, and stabilize collective identity. Virgil uses the same form to introduce moral friction into those processes. He gives Rome its legend while ensuring that the legend remains ethically heavy.

The result is not cynicism - It is tragic clarity. Tragedy, in the classical sense, does not declare that life is meaningless. It declares that meaning is expensive.

Virgil understands that civilizations arise from real human desires: the desire for order rather than chaos, continuity rather than erasure, remembrance rather than oblivion. These desires are not contemptible. They are deeply human.

But he also understands that when such desires are organized into vast historical projects, they begin to demand sacrifices no single individual can fully consent to make.

Aeneas becomes the embodiment of this dilemma.
He is neither monster nor saint.
He is the man willing to become smaller so that something larger can exist.
In doing so, he reveals the tragic logic of empire itself.

Rome, as Virgil imagines it, is not evil. But neither is it innocent. It is a civilization born beneath the shadow of what it had to destroy. This shadow does not disappear when the city rises. It lengthens. It stretches across centuries. It follows Rome into its imperial height. It follows Rome into its decline.

And through Virgil’s poem, it follows us.

The Aeneid therefore speaks not only about ancient Rome.
It speaks about every society that tells itself a story of destiny.
Every nation that frames its power as providential.
Every culture that narrates its rise as necessary and its victims as unfortunate but unavoidable.

Virgil does not offer a solution to these patterns. He offers something more enduring. He offers recognition. He teaches us to look at founding without enchantment and without despair. To see both the greatness and the grief. To hold achievement and atrocity in the same gaze.

Perhaps this is why the poem has survived so long. Not because it flatters power. But because it tells the truth about power in a language power cannot easily silence. Virgil gives Rome its epic. He gives humanity its mirror. And the mirror does not lie.



Empire Building

Not with clean hands
do new worlds begin -
nor with unbroken hearts
and chaste dreams.

Great cities arise
from what someone loved,
had hoped, then lost.

The stone remembers,
even as the ash of fires -
but darker memory
encumbers the ground
in its darker archives.

We call success destiny -
but do not say
who paid that claim.

We call victory glory -
but do not number
the killed, the silent.

And yet we build -
we gather names and glory,
lifting children toward futures
we did not dread to enter ourselves.

Between ruin and hope
we walk, nay, ran!
Never innocent.
Never finished.
But ever human.


R.E. Slater
January 28, 2026
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all rights reserved




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Primary Texts

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  • Quinn, Kenneth. Virgil’s Aeneid: A Critical Description. London: Routledge, 1968.

Political, Tragic, and Philosophical Context

  • Arendt, Hannah. On Violence. New York: Harcourt Brace, 1970.
  • Camus, Albert. The Myth of Sisyphus. Translated by Justin O’Brien. New York: Vintage, 1955.
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  • Williams, Bernard. Shame and Necessity. Berkeley: University of California Press, 1993.

Virgil and Christianity

  • Auerbach, Erich. Mimesis: The Representation of Reality in Western Literature. Princeton: Princeton University Press, 1953.
  • Augustine. The City of God. Translated by Henry Bettenson. London: Penguin Classics, 2003.
  • Singleton, Charles S. Journey to Beatrice. Cambridge: Harvard University Press, 1958.

Friday, January 23, 2026

Helen of Troy in Poetry and Song


The face that launched a thousand ships, Helen of Troy (Sparta). 
Artist unknown (link here)


I have italicize several words or phrases across the poems cited below to
assist in later editorial remark. These are *asteriked where done. - re slater


To Helen
by Edgar Allan Poe

Helen, thy beauty is to me
    Like those Nicéan barks of yore,
That gently, o'er a perfumed sea,
    The weary, way-worn wanderer bore
    To his own native shore.

On desperate seas long wont to roam,
    Thy hyacinth hair, thy classic face,
Thy Naiad airs have brought me home
    To the glory that was Greece,
    And the grandeur that was Rome.

Lo! in yon brilliant window-niche
    How statue-like I see thee stand,
The agate lamp within thy hand!
    Ah, Psyche, from the regions which
    Are Holy-Land!


*Poe treats Helen not as a historical or moral figure but as a symbol of idealized beauty that guides the wayward soul home. Drawing on classical imagery, Poe presents Helen as a civilizing, almost spiritual force whose beauty offers refuge from chaos and exhaustion, leading the speaker back to a realm of culture, memory, and aesthetic order. Unlike later poets who interrogate Helen’s suffering or objectification, Poe romanticizes and de-historicizes her, transforming Helen into a beacon of transcendence - less a woman than an emblem of beauty’s power to console, orient, and elevate the mind. - re slater



No Second Troy
by William Butler Yeats

Why should I blame her that she filled my days
With misery, or that she would of late
Have taught to ignorant men most violent ways,
Or hurled the little streets upon the great,
Had they but courage equal to desire?
What could have made her peaceful with a mind
That nobleness made simple as a fire,
With beauty like a tightened bow, a kind
That is not natural in an age like this,
Being high and solitary and most stern?
Why, what could she have done, being what she is?
Was there another Troy for her to burn?


*Yeats uses Helen as a metaphor for destructive beauty and historical inevitability, filtering the Trojan myth through his conflicted love for, obsession with, and continued muse for decades, Maud Gonne. Helen is not blamed outright; instead, her beauty is portrayed as so uncompromising and absolute that it must provoke upheaval in a violent world unworthy of it. Yeats reframes mythic catastrophe as tragic mismatch rather than moral failure, suggesting that certain forms of beauty are fated to collide with history itself - that there can be “no second Troy” because the conditions which make such destruction meaningful no longer exist. - re slater



Helen
by H.D. (Hilda Doolittle)

All Greece hates
the still eyes in the white face,
the lustre as of olives
where she stands,
and the white hands.

All Greece reviles
the wan face when she smiles,
hating it deeper still
when it grows wan and white,
remembering past enchantments
and past ills.

Greece sees unmoved,
God’s daughter, born of love,
the beauty of cool feet
and slenderest knees,
could love indeed the maid,
only if she were laid,
white ash amid funereal cypresses.


Copyright Credit: H.D. (Hilda Doolittle), “Helen” from Collected Poems 1912-1944. Copyright © 1982 by The Estate of Hilda Doolittle. Reprinted with the permission of New Directions Publishing

*H.D.’s “Helen” radically reverses the traditional gaze, portraying Helen as an object of collective hatred rather than admiration. Beauty here inspires not awe but resentment, and Helen becomes a figure rejected by the very culture that once exalted her. Through stark, imagist language, H.D. strips Helen of romantic aura and exposes how societies scapegoat women whose beauty unsettles them. The poem is less about Helen herself than about cultural projection - how desire curdles into blame once beauty is associated with loss, failure, or decline. - re slater



helen
by e.e. cummings

Only thou livest.    Centuries wheel and pass,
And generations wither into dust;
Royalty is the vulgar food of rust,
Valor and fame, their days be as the grass;

What of today?    vanitas, vanitas...
These treasures of rare love and costing lust
Shat the tomorrow reckon mold and must,
Ere, stricken of time, itself shall cry alas.

Sole sits majestic Death, high lord of change;
And Life, a little pinch of frankincense,
Sweetens the certain passing...from some sty

Leers even now the immanent face strange,
That leaned upon immortal battlements
To watch the beautiful young heroes die.


*Cummings’ “helen” argues that beauty revered at a distance becomes lifeless - and that myths which glorify it are but hollow artifacts themselves. The poem turns the poem upside down, rejecting Helen's common portray as a "grand, idealized, beauty 'worth a war.'" Rather, she is seen as a distant, cold, and emotionally empty legend incapable of inspiring real love or vitality except from those women, mothers, sisters, and daughters, who have lost their "beautiful" sons, husbands, fathers, and lovers as warriors to Troy's war.

More tragic is Helen's own story of being abducted as a child and sexually violated when 10-12 years old by a very young (prince) Theseus of Attica. She is later rescued by her brothers and returned to Sparta as an episode in Helen's life foreshadowing the Trojan War. To blame Helen for all future calamity, to call her dangerous or seductive, is to blame a woman whose own life began in violent coercion and sexualized context.

No less was Helen again abducted by Paris of Troy, to later be spirited away by the god Hermes to Egypt's safety under the protection of Proteus where she remained chaste and virtuous. There, she successfully resists Proteus' son attempting to forcibly marry her. Back in Troy, after the war's conclusion, her husband, Menelaus, recovers her intending to kill her but cannot in a moment of withering will. She then resumes her life as Queen of Sparta, sees Odysseus on his famed odyssey, uses drugs to dull her grief, and when dying, is made immortal by the gods to dwell in Elysium later to be reunited with her grieved husband, Menelaus. - re slater



love letters from helen of troy
by Elisabeth Hewer

you always feared god-born achilles
the most of all your fellows.
his divinity wove him taller,
better, quicker, stronger.

well here’s a secret for you:
*my father was a swan,
and the monthly blood on my thighs
is two-parts ichor.

you think achilles was of impressive descent?
touch me one more time.
maybe it’s time we found out
what the daughter of the mightiest god
can do.

look to your kingdoms.
i am coming for them all.


*Aphrodite gifts Helen to Paris for her beauty which triggers the Trojan War. Then enters Zeus' ever-jealous wife Hera and his "daugther," Athena, goddess of wisdom and war, in fraught rivalry behind the late Bronze Age war between (Anatolian) Troy (Western Asia Minor) and (Mycenaean) Greece around c. 1200 BCE. Next comes Zeus, mighty god of all, shape-shifter of "swan lore" and Leda's trickster, who permits the war to reduce human overpopulation and reset the heroic ages (in jealous indifference). Thus making of Helen a pawn in story of cosmic indifference by the gods. Beauty is fated. Power and war is inevitable. And life holds no meaning, just glory and death. - re slater



Helen of Troy Does Countertop Dancing
by Margaret Atwood

The world is full of women
who'd tell me I should be ashamed of myself
if they had the chance. Quit dancing.
Get some self-respect
and a day job.
Right. And minimum wage,
and varicose veins, just standing
in one place for eight hours
behind a glass counter
bundled up to the neck, instead of
naked as a meat sandwich.
Selling gloves, or something.
Instead of what I do sell.
You have to have talent
to peddle a thing so nebulous
and without material form.
Exploited, they'd say. Yes, any way
you cut it, but I've a choice
of how, and I'll take the money.

I do give value.
Like preachers, I sell vision,
like perfume ads, desire
or its facsimile. Like jokes
or war, it's all in the timing.
I sell men back their worse suspicions:
that everything's for sale,
and piecemeal. They gaze at me and see
a chain-saw murder just before it happens,
when thigh, ass, inkblot, crevice, tit, and nipple
are still connected.
Such hatred leaps in them,
my beery worshippers! That, or a bleary
hopeless love. Seeing the rows of heads
and upturned eyes, imploring
but ready to snap at my ankles,
I understand floods and earthquakes, and the urge
to step on ants. I keep the beat,
and dance for them because
they can't. The music smells like foxes,
crisp as heated metal
searing the nostrils
or humid as August, hazy and languorous
as a looted city the day after,
when all the rape's been done
already, and the killing,
and the survivors wander around
looking for garbage
to eat, and there's only a bleak exhaustion.
Speaking of which, it's the smiling
tires me out the most.
This, and the pretence
that I can't hear them.
And I can't, because I'm after all
a foreigner to them.
The speech here is all warty gutturals,
obvious as a slab of ham,
but I come from the province of the gods
where meanings are lilting and oblique.
I don't let on to everyone,
but lean close, and I'll whisper:
*My mother was raped by a holy swan.
You believe that? You can take me out to dinner.
That's what we tell all the husbands.
There sure are a lot of dangerous birds around.

Not that anyone here
but you would understand.
The rest of them would like to watch me
and feel nothing. Reduce me to components
as in a clock factory or abattoir.
Crush out the mystery.
Wall me up alive
in my own body.
They'd like to see through me,
but nothing is more opaque
than absolute transparency.
Look--my feet don't hit the marble!
Like breath or a balloon, I'm rising,
I hover six inches in the air
in *my blazing swan-egg of light.
You think I'm not a goddess?
Try me.
This is a torch song.
Touch me and you'll burn.


From Morning in the Burned House by Margaret Atwood. Copyright © 1995 by Margaret Atwood. Published in the United States by Houghton Mifflin Co., published in Canada by McClelland and Stewart, Inc.

*Atwood rips mythic Helen from her epic ancient setting and sets here into a modern strip-club. No longer a queen, a cause of war, nor divine beauty, she is a dancer for male spectators fantasizing over her body. Though the setting has changed Helen's "profession" as it were, has not. Beauty has ever been alluring and with allurement comes the exhausting, dangerous work of survival. Rather than being a possession of women beauty is extracted from them as something to be controlled, manipulated, extorted. What is stripped before the mirror is not nakedness but illusion displaying vulnerability, not glory. In that nakedness Helen speaks bitterly of men's naked desire and chaining sentence of entrapment by beauty. The same force that had destroyed cities continues to destroy lives. - re slater



Helen Of Troy
by Sara Teasdale

*WILD flight on flight against the fading dawn
The flames' red wings soar upward duskily.
This is the funeral pyre and Troy is dead
That sparkled so the day I saw it first,
And darkened slowly after. I am she
Who loves all beauty — yet I wither it.
Why have the high gods made me wreak their wrath —
Forever since my maidenhood to sow
Sorrow and blood about me? Lo, they keep
Their bitter care above me even now.
It was the gods who led me to this lair,
That tho' the burning winds should make me weak,
They should not snatch the life from out my lips.
Olympus let the other women die;
They shall be quiet when the day is done
And have no care to-morrow. Yet for me
There is no rest. The gods are not so kind
To her made half immortal like themselves.
It is to you I owe the cruel gift,
*Leda, my mother, and the Swan, my sire,
To you the beauty and to you the bale;
For never woman born of man and maid
Had wrought such havoc on the earth as I,
Or troubled heaven with a sea of flame
That climbed to touch the silent whirling stars
And blotted out their brightness ere the dawn.
Have I not made the world to weep enough?
Give death to me. Yet life is more than death;
How could I leave the sound of singing winds,
The strong sweet scent that breathes from off the sea,
Or shut my eyes forever to the spring?
I will not give the grave my hands to hold,
My shining hair to light oblivion.
Have those who wander through the ways of death,
The still wan fields Elysian, any love
To lift their breasts with longing, any lips
To thirst against the quiver of a kiss?
Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again,
To make the people love, who hate me now.
My dreams are over, I have ceased to cry
Against the fate that made men love my mouth
And left their spirits all too deaf to hear
The little songs that echoed through my soul.
I have no anger now. The dreams are done;
Yet since the Greeks and Trojans would not see
Aught but my body's fairness, till the end,
In all the islands set in all the seas,
And all the lands that lie beneath the sun,
Till light turn darkness, and till time shall sleep,
Men's lives shall waste with longing after me,
For I shall be the sum of their desire,
The whole of beauty, never seen again.
And they shall stretch their arms and starting, wake
With "Helen!" on their lips, and in their eyes
The vision of me. Always I shall be
Limned on the darkness like a shaft of light
That glimmers and is gone. They shall behold
Each one his dream that fashions me anew; —
With hair like lakes that glint beneath the stars
Dark as sweet midnight, or with hair aglow
Like burnished gold that still retains the fire.
Yea, I shall haunt until the dusk of time
The heavy eyelids filled with fleeting dreams.

I wait for one who comes with sword to slay —
The king I wronged who searches for me now;
And yet he shall not slay me. I shall stand
With lifted head and look within his eyes,
Baring my breast to him and to the sun.
He shall not have the power to stain with blood
That whiteness — for the thirsty sword shall fall
And he shall cry and catch me in his arms,
Bearing me back to Sparta on his breast.
Lo, I shall live to conquer Greece again!



*Helen’s burden did not start with Troy - it began with a god’s desire and a woman’s violation. Helen was not just trapped by myth - she is born from it. Without thunderbolts, without Olympian grandeur, just a swan's graceful body without weapon or claws, comes Zeus to betray Leda's virtue (Helen's mother) reframing Zeus as the opportunistic paramore and the mythic origin not as destiny but as trauma. Accordingly, Zeus appears as a swan in Hewer’s Helen to remind the reader that Helen’s story began with disguised violence. Of beauty used to mask violent power, displaying the epic myth’s cruelty which preceded the war it later justified. - re slater


ANALYSIS
by R.E. Slater

Often, beauty is exposed not as a blessing but as a volatile social force -
projected, exploited, blamed, and endured - revealing more about
 the cultures that worship it than about the women who bear it.

Across the poems, beauty is no longer seen as a stable good. What emerges instead is a shared, unsettling insight: that though beauty is powerful, it is never innocent - and very often, not owned by the one who bears it.

Here’s the pattern that cuts across the poets and the centuries.

1. Beauty as force, not virtue

From Edgar Allan Poe to Margaret Atwood, beauty is treated less as a moral quality and more as an active force - something that moves people, destabilizes societies, and provokes projection. It inspires longing (Poe), upheaval (Yeats), resentment (H.D.), irony and exploitation (Atwood), and sterility or hollowness (Cummings). Beauty creates many emotions - often without voluntary consent of the deified.

2. Beauty as projection

In nearly every case, Helen's interiority is not described personally, but externalised when viewed, spoken about, blamed, or idealized. This admits to the reader that beauty too easily becomes a screen for culturalized desire and fear.
  • Poe turns Helen into an aesthetic compass.
  • Yeats turns her into historical inevitability.
  • H.D. shows how admiration flips into hatred.
  • Atwood exposes beauty as commodified spectacle.
  • Hewer and Teasdale return us to the interior cost.
Perhaps it could be said that, "Beauty is revealed as something societies need, not something women choose."

3. Beauty as burden

What modern poetry adds - and especially in poets Sara Teasdale, Hilda Doolittle (H.D.), Margaret Atwood, and Elizabeth Hewer - is the recognition that beauty functions as a liability. It isolates, exhausts, endangers, and silences. Helen’s immortalized beauty does not protect her; it exposes her. The more potent the beauty, the less room there is for her human agency.

4. The collapse of the heroic ideal

Earlier traditions justified suffering by appealing to beauty (“a face that launched a thousand ships”). The poets reflected her, systematically dismantle that logic. Even Yeats, who romanticizes, ultimately admits there is “no second Troy” - that there are no worlds left where such destruction could be redeemed as meaningful. Beauty no longer justifies catastrophe; it reveals its obscenity.

5. What beauty becomes, taken together

Across these poems, beauty shifts:
  • from ideal → instrument
  • from gift → extraction
  • from meaning → myth
  • from glory → cost
Beauty survives, but is forevermore stripped of its benign innocence.
 It is no longer redemptive by default. It must answer for what is done
in its name. In hindsight, how might we answer this charge?

6. Beauty, Identity, and Value in a Process Frame

In process thought, beauty, identity, and value are not static properties but relational achievements. They arise in encounter, not essence. Beauty is not something possessed; it is something felt, responded to, and co-created. Identity is not a fixed substance but a pattern of becoming. Value is not imposed from above but emerges through relations that succeed, or fail, in integrating valuative (or becoming) difference.

When seen in this way, human history does not indict beauty itself but reveals  humanity's uneven capacity to receive it well in the light that it is given.

7. The Double Valence of Beauty in History

Across myth, poetry, and culture, beauty functions with a double valence.

Negatively, when communities lack ethical maturity, beauty becomes:
  • appropriated rather than honored
  • instrumentalized rather than encountered
  • mythologized rather than listened to
In these moments, beauty is conscripted into power, blame, or spectacle - not because it demands this, but because relational failure distorts it.

Positively, when relational integrity is present, beauty becomes:
  • a lure towards harmony
  • a catalyst for caring rather than conquest
  • a site where difference can be held without domination
In process terms, beauty is the lure of becoming value - but lures can be resisted, misread, or corrupted.

8. Re-reading Helen Through Process Thought and Philosophy

The poets scripted here in this post are not condemning beauty, nor evacuating human agency, but testing the ethical adequacy of human response to beauty.

Helen becomes a diagnostic figure - but not “the sole cause of disaster” - but the place where immature social relations collapse under aesthetic power.

The failure lies not in neither Helen's nor beauty's identity, but in how value is negotiated within historical, political, and gendered systems.

9. A Process-Theological Synthesis

Here is a conceptual keystone we might end on:
From a process perspective, beauty, identity, and value are not fixed attributes but relational achievements that emerge within history. Beauty functions as a lure toward harmony and depth, yet human communities have repeatedly shown themselves capable of receiving this lure either creatively or destructively.
The poetic tradition surrounding Helen of Troy does not indict the value of beauty itself, nor does it erase ethical, human agency; rather, it exposes how aesthetic power tests the ethical maturity of its recipients. Where relational integrity fails, beauty is appropriated, instrumentalized, or blamed. Where it succeeds, beauty becomes a site of mutual recognition and shared value. Human history records both possibilities.
In a phrase:
In process thought, beauty is neither innocent nor culpable -
it is relationally potent, revealing the moral quality
of the world that encounters it.



Helen
by R.E. Slater
Look to your kingdoms -
I am coming for them all.
- Elisabeth Hewer
Helen -
but not the beauteous face
men broke themselves upon -
but that ancient tremor of the world,
where humanity learned
it felt intensely more than it had.

You were never the cause,
only the imagined lure -
whose beauty was invitation,
asking what kind of people
the world would become
before beauty's presence.

We immortalize your seduction
amid white marbled war-cries,
mistaking personal responsibility
for all-consuming, violent ownership;
calling our failure fate
by giving it your name.

But beauty is not so simple -
it is a 
temptation, a query asking
to be met with care and mindfulness;
presenting moments of response
that either deepens or shatters
those who behold
such terrifying beauty.

In mythic Helen, we are moved,
and the world moved with you -
badly.

You endured unwanted attention;
you survived forces and designs;
not as ruin - but as memory,
of austere possibilities,
of quiet insistence,
birthing harm or wonder,
honored or challenged.

Your ethereal image
was mis-received;
become too real,
too alluring,
for the world to look on
and not be tempted.

Yet your eternal beauty remains,
athwart a high fortress wall,
looking seaward,
watching white-masted ships,
sailing to your surrender,
and promises of completeness.


R.E. Slater
January 23, 2026
@copyright R.E. Slater Publications
all rights reserved

Helen of Troy
The Queen of Greek Myths

The story of Helen of Troy, her remarkable birth and her infamous love affair with Paris, the Trojan prince, resounds across the centuries. A figure of condemnation, pity and tragedy, her beauty set in motion the most legendary literary conflict of all time: the Trojan Wars. Yet, Helen’s story reaches far beyond Homer and the Iliad. From her godly parentage and the egg from which she hatched, to her marriage to the king of Sparta and her abduction to Troy, Helen crossed paths with the greatest figures of Greek mythology. But in a story told almost entirely by men, what then is the truth of Helen? Was her fabled life one of abuse and oppression, or was she the mistress of her own fate? And could it be that she did in fact really exist?

Join Tom and Dominic as they journey through the life of Helen of Troy, into worlds of myth and legend, and explore the significance of this most iconic of women - both for the world of the Ancient Greeks, and our world today.


Popular Modern Songs
  • "Helen of Troy" by Lorde (2021): Listen on Spotify or Apple Music.
  • "The History of Man" by Maisie Peters (2023): Listen on Spotify or YouTube.
  • "Helen of Troy" by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark (2013): Listen on Spotify or YouTube.
Classical and Experimental Works
  • "Helen of Troy and Other Poems" by Sara Teasdale (performed by Michael York/Hoppé): Available for streaming at Internet Archive.
  • "La Belle Hélène" by Jacques Offenbach: A variety of professional performances are available on YouTube Music.
  • Film Soundtracks"Helen of Troy: Love Theme" by Elmer Bernstein (1956 Film): Listen on Spotify.
  • "Helen of Troy" by Joel Goldsmith (2003 Miniseries): Portions of the score can be found on YouTube.