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fragments from Anne Carson’s translation. run by @maeveynot.bsky.social, pfp by @justchris.bsky.social, banner by Cy Twombly
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that man seems to himself

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she summons her son

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my darling one

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with what eyes?

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guard her     bridegrooms        kings of cities

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these things now for my companions            I shall sing beautifully

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both you and my servant Eros

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with anger spreading in the chest to guard against a vainly barking tongue

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lady Dawn

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     far more sweetsounding than a lyre golder than gold

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a very long farewell to the child of Polyanaktides

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full appeared the moon and when they around the altar took their places

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girl sweetvoiced

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mingled with all kinds of colors

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and on the eyes        black sleep of night

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for it is not right in a house of the Muses    that there be lament    this would not become us

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when all night long        it pulls them down

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wealth without virtue is no harmless neighbor but a mixture of both attains the height of happiness

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someone will remember us           I say           even in another time

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neither for me honey nor the honey bee

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do not move stones

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to those who have quite had their fill of Gorgo

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and gold chickpeas were growing on the banks

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Leto and Niobe were beloved friends

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but there a bowl of ambrosia     had been mixed         and Hermes taking the jug poured wine for the gods and then they all     held cups         and poured libation and prayed every good thing for the bridegroom

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delicate Adonis is dying         Kythereia           what should we do?                     strike yourselves               maidens      and tear your garments

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stand to face me beloved and open out the grace of your eyes

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I want to say something but shame prevents me yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful things and your tongue were not concocting some evil to say, shame would not hold down your eyes but rather you would speak about what is just

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messenger of spring        nightingale with a voice of longing

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why does Pandion’s daughter            O Eirana               the swallow

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I conversed with you in a dream              Kyprogeneia

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Andromeda has a fine exchange Sappho, why?        Aphrodite giver of blessings

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I have a beautiful child who is like golden flowers in form, darling Kleis in exchange for whom I would not                all Lydia or lovely

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Atthis, to you it has become hateful to think of me and you fly to Andromeda

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Eros the melter of limbs (now again) stirs me— sweetbitter unmanageable creature who steals in

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or you love some man more than me

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but me you have forgotten

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here now      tender Graces             and Muses with beautiful hair

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here (once again)         Muses           leaving the gold

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may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend

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I used to weave crowns

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and you yourself Kalliope

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just now goldsandaled Dawn

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gathering flowers so very delicate a girl

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but if you love us     choose a younger bed     for I cannot bear        to live with you when I am the older one

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    but I am not someone who likes to wound rather I have a quiet mind

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cloth dripping

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yes! radiant lyre speak to me become a voice

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evening, sing Hymenaios O the song of Adonis

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of polished doors

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