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Book XIV, 103: Riddle on a Raisin
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
If you had taken me in my youth, haply you would have drunk the blood shed from me; but now that time has finished making me old, eat me, wrinkled as I am, with no moisture in me, crushing my bones together with my flesh.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book XIV, 103: Riddle on a Raisin.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/903/.
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Anonymous (Greek Anthology). “Book XIV, 103: Riddle on a Raisin.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/anonymous-greek-anthology/903/.
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