Love
Epigram LXIV (Mair)
Translated by A. W. Mair (1921) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1921)
Love
So mayst thou sleep, Conopion, as thou makest thy lover lie by this cold porch; so mayst thou sleep, O most unkind, as thou makest thy lover lie; but pity thou hast not met even in a dream. The neighbours pity, but thou not even in a dream. But the grey hair will presently remind thee of all these things.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Callimachus. “Epigram LXIV (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/218/.
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Callimachus. “Epigram LXIV (Mair).” Translated by A. W. Mair. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/218/.
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