Religion
To Poseidon, by a Fisherman (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Old Amyntichus tied his plummeted fishing-net round his fish-spear, ceasing from his sea-toil, and spake towards Poseidon and the salt surge of the sea, letting a tear fall from his eyelids; Thou knowest, blessed one, I am weary; and in an evil old age clinging Poverty keeps her youth and wastes my limbs: give sustenance to a poor old man while he yet draws breath, but from the land as he desires, O ruler of both earth and sea.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Consul, Macedonius the. “To Poseidon, by a Fisherman (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/macedonius/48/.
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Consul, Macedonius the. “To Poseidon, by a Fisherman (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/macedonius/48/.
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