Death & Dying
Sundered Hands (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
This last word, O famous city of Phocaea, Theano spoke as she went down into the unharvested night: "Woe's me unhappy; Apellichus, husband, what length, what length of sea dost thou cross on thine own ship! but nigh me stands my doom; would God I had but died with my hand clasped in thy dear hand."
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Damagetus. “Sundered Hands (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/damagetus/13/.
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Damagetus. “Sundered Hands (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/damagetus/13/.
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