Love
Book XVI, 191: On Another
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. V, 1918)
Love
I, a Hermes of our native clay and with earthen feet, was moulded on the revolving circle of the wheel; of mud was I kneaded, I will tell no lie; but, stranger, I loved the luckless labour of the potters.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Nicaenetus. “Book XVI, 191: On Another.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/nicaenetus/3/.
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