Death & Dying
Book VII, 404
Translated by W. R. Paton (1916–18) · From The Greek Anthology (Loeb, vol. II, 1917)
On thy head I will heap the cold shingle of the beach, shedding it on thy cold corpse, For never did thy mother wail over thy tomb or see the sea-battered body of her shipwrecked son. But the desert and inhospitable strand of the Aegean shore received thee. So take this little portion of sand, stranger, and many a tear; for fated was the journey on which thou didst set out to trade.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
Cite this poem
MLA
Zonas. “Book VII, 404.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/zonas/3/.
Chicago
Zonas. “Book VII, 404.” Translated by W. R. Paton. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/zonas/3/.
Read this poem with the Codex →