“The temptation to a modern translator in such a matter is either to cut or to substitute a kind of poetry that is more acceptable. But Aeschylus was like that, and perhaps we ought to settle for the strangeness and roughness of a literal rendering.{{pb}}There was a creative poet there whose images and metaphors were his own and no one else’s, and if we brood over them even in their bare bones we may learn more about poetry than by trying to make them over in our own terms.”