Death & Dying
Book VII, 375: Not Sepulchral
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
My house collapsed with the earthquake; yet my chamber remained erect, as its walls stood the shock. There while I lay, as if hiding in a cave, the unhappy labour-pains overtook me, and another dread was mingled with that of the earthquake. Nature herself was the midwife, and the child and I both together saw the sun above the earth.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Byzantium, Antiphilus of. “Book VII, 375: Not Sepulchral.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/antiphilus/11/.
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Byzantium, Antiphilus of. “Book VII, 375: Not Sepulchral.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/antiphilus/11/.
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