Love
Book XII, 73
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
It is but the half of my soul that still breathes, and for the other half I know not if it be Love or Death that hath seized on it, only it is gone. Is it off again to one of the lads? And yet I told them often, “ Receive not, ye young men, the runaway.” Seek for it at . . . , for I know it is somewhere there that the gallows-bird, the love-lorn, is loitering.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Callimachus. “Book XII, 73.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/56/.
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