Living
Book IX, 742
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. III, 1917)
Take off from my neck, husbandman, the collar, and free me from the iron furrow-cutter; for Myron did not make my bronze into flesh, but his art gave me the aspect of being alive, so that often I even wished to low. He did not, however, let me go to work, but tied me to a base.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Thessalonica, Philippus of. “Book IX, 742.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/philippus-thessalonica/61/.
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