Love
Love's Sympathy (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Our friend was wounded, and we knew it not; how bitter a sigh, mark you? he drew all up his breast. Lo, he was drinking the third time, and shedding their petals from the fellow's garlands the roses all poured to the ground. He is well in the fire, surely; no, by the gods, I guess not at random; a thief myself, I know a thief's footprints.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Callimachus. “Love's Sympathy (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/70/.
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Callimachus. “Love's Sympathy (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/callimachus/70/.
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