Nature
Book IX, 4
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I, the wild pear-tree of the thicket, a denizen of the wilderness where the wild beasts feed, once bearing plenty of bastard fruit, have had foreign shoots grafted on me, and flourish now no longer wild, but loaded with a crop that is not my natural one. Gardener, I am deeply grateful for thy pains, owing it to thee that I now am enrolled in the tribe of noble fruit-trees.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Cite this poem
MLA
Cyllenius. “Book IX, 4.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/cyllenius/0/.
Chicago
Cyllenius. “Book IX, 4.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/cyllenius/0/.
Read this poem with the Codex →