all their trappings silver.
I sailed from Alexandria in a purple trireme
to perform sacred rites—
sacrifices and libations—in honor of Endymion.
And here is the statue. I now gaze in ecstasy
at Endymion’s famous beauty.
My slaves empty baskets of jasmine
and auspicious tributes revive the pleasure of ancient days.
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and you’ll see palaces and monuments that will amaze you.Whatever war-damage it’s suffered,however much smaller it’s become,it’s still a wonderful city.And then, what with excursions and booksand various kinds of study, time does go by.In the evenings we meet on the sea front,the five of us (all, naturally, under fictitious names)and some of the few…
and beyond them his ancestral homefull of clothes, costly furniture, silverware.They’ll take it all away from him—O God—they’ll take it allaway from him now.Would Kantakuzinos show pity for himif he went and fell at his feet? They say he’s merciful,very merciful. But those around him? And the army?—Or should he fall down and plead before…
going to the houses of Christians,especially during times of mourning or festivity.I stood in the corridor. I didn’t wantto go further inside because I noticedthat the relatives of the deceased looked at mewith obvious surprise and displeasure.They had him in a large roomand from the corner where I stoodI could catch a glimpse of it:…
face…. in the dusk of the street….I never found them again — the things acquired quite by chance,that I gave up so lightly;and that later in agony I wanted.The poetic eyes, the pale face,those lips, I never found again.
