Love
Book XII, 124
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
As Echedemus was peeping out of his door on the sly, I slyly kissed that charming boy who is just in his prime. Now I am in dread, for he came to me in a dream, bearing a quiver, and departed after giving me fighting cocks, but at one time smiling, at another with no friendly look. But have I touched a swarm of bees, and a nettle, and fire?
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Codex Note
Attribution queried by Paton.
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Artemon. “Book XII, 124.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/artemon/0/.
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