Love
An Ash in the Fire (Mackail)
Translated by J. W. Mackail (1890) · From Select Epigrams from the Greek Anthology (1890)
Now grey dawn is sweet; but sleepless in the doorway Damis swoons out all that is left of his breath, unhappy, having but seen Heraclitus; for he stood under the beams of his eyes as wax cast among the embers: but arise, I pray thee, luckless Damis; even myself I wear Love's wound and shed tears over thy tears.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Gadara, Meleager of. “An Ash in the Fire (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/177/.
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Gadara, Meleager of. “An Ash in the Fire (Mackail).” Translated by J. W. Mackail. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/177/.
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