The young poet Evmenis Complained one day to Theocritus: “I’ve been writing for two years now And I’ve composed only one idyll. It’s my single completed work. I see, sadly, that the ladder Of
I have almost been reduced to a homeless pauper. This fatal city, Antioch, Has consumed all my money; This fatal city with its expensive life. But I am young and in excellent health. My
The surroundings of home, centers, neighorhood Which I see and where I walk; for years and years. I have created you in joy and in sorrows: With so many circumstances, with so many things.
The Alexandrians were gathered To see Cleopatra’s children, Caesarion, and his little brothers, Alexander and Ptolemy, whom for the first Time they lead out to the Gymnasium, There to proclaim kings, In front of
Ideal and beloved voices Of those who are dead, or of those Who are lost to us like the dead. Sometimes they speak to us in our dreams; Sometimes in thought the mind hears