Nature
Book IX, 563
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
If thou findest anywhere Democritus the lover of fruit, give him, Sir, this light message: that this is my season, the white-fruited fig-tree, and I bear for him the bread that wants no baking. Let him make haste, for my position is not secure, if he would pluck the fruit from my branches before they are stoned.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Tarentum, Leonidas of. “Book IX, 563.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/leonidas-tarentum/88/.
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