Love
Book XII, 142
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. IV, 1918)
Love
Dexronicus, having caught a blackbird with lime under a green plane-tree, held it by the wings, and it, the holy bird, screamed complaining. But I, dear Love, and ye blooming Graces, would fain be even a thrush or a blackbird, so that in his hand I might pour forth my voice and sweet tears.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Rhianus. “Book XII, 142.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/rhianus/7/.
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