Living
Book IX, 232
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I am the neck of an Adriatic wine-jar, once honeyvoiced when I bore in my belly the gift of Bacchus. But now I am broken I stand here as a strong support for a newly-planted vine which reaches up to climb over this delicate arbour. Ever do I serve Bacchus; either I guard him faithfully in his old age, or rear him in his youth.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 232.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/38/.
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