Love
Love's Malice
Translated by Rennell Rodd (1916) · From Love, Worship and Death (1916)
Love
Cruel is Love, ah cruel, and what can I do more
Than moaning love is cruel, repeat it o'er and o'er?
I know the boy is laughing and pleased that I grow grim,
And just the bitter things I say are the bread of life to him.
But you that from the grey-green wave arising, Cyprian, came,
'Tis strange that out of water you should have borne a flame.
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Gadara, Meleager of. “Love's Malice.” Translated by Rennell Rodd. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/185/.
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Gadara, Meleager of. “Love's Malice.” Translated by Rennell Rodd. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/meleager/185/.
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