Oedipus the King of Thebes, I

--Who Is That Blind Man?-- I saw a sightless gloomy looking man and two little girls; walking hand-in-hand through the deserted field in the dusk. The man’s eyelids were deeply sunk into the socket of the eye and lips were quivering from unknown fear, and even tears stood in his tightly closed eyes. The little girls closely resemble to the man were so beautiful and adorable. One of the girls who in man’s right turned her face back and looked over the man and asked: “Dad, when do we go back to the palace?” “I really don’t know my dear Ismene,” the man answered with a deep sigh. “You shouldn’t trouble your father, Ismene. He had enough trouble already to guide us to the dear mother queen who died suddenly in tragedy, while protecting us from the cold, hot, hunger, and even fierce beasts.” The girl on man’s left blamed on her little sister. “But I want to go back to the palace,” the little girl muttered. “Don’t blame on your sister, Antigone! All these troubles are caused from my own misfortune, but not you or your sister.” The man kneeled on the ground and embraced two little girls in both arms and cried: “O my little princesses; some day you’ll know why I was wandering in the wasteland far, far, far, away from Thebes.” The surroundings were became darker, and three shadows, mingled in one eerie sculpture, slowly diminished in the darkness.