Mythology & Folklore
Book IX, 95
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
A domestic hen, the winter snow-flakes falling thick on her, gathered her chickens safely bedded under her wings till the cold shower from the sky killed her; for she remained exposed, fighting against the clouds of heaven. Procne and Medea, blush for yourselves in Hades, learning from a hen what mothers ought to be.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Mitylene, Alpheius of. “Book IX, 95.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/alpheius/2/.
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