Living
Book IX, 424
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Clouds of the heavens, whence drunk ye bitter waters, and in league with unbroken night deluged all? This is not Libya, these countless dwellings and the wealth of many prosperous years, but unhappy Ephesus. Whither, then, were the eyes of the Saving deities turned? Alas for the most besung of all Ionian cities! All, like rolling waves, has been swept to sea by the floods.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Elaea, Duris of. “Book IX, 424.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/duris-elaea/0/.
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Elaea, Duris of. “Book IX, 424.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/duris-elaea/0/.