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Book IX, 247
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
I am a fine plane-tree that the furious blasts of the south wind uprooted and laid low on the ground. But after a bath of wine I stand again erect, vivified both in summer and winter by a rain sweeter than that of heaven. By death I lived, and I alone, after drinking the juice of Bacchus which makes others bend, am seen to stand straighter.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 247.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/40/.
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