Love
Epigram XXXIII (Mair)
Translated by A. W. Mair (1921) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1921)
Love
The hunter on the hills, O Epicydes, searches out every hare and the tracks of every roe, beset by frost and snow. But if one say, “Lo! here is a beast shot”—he takes it not. Even such is my love: it can pursue what flees from it, but what lies ready it passes by.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Callimachus. “Epigram XXXIII (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/187/.
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Callimachus. “Epigram XXXIII (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/187/.
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