How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting -half comic and half tragic-
inside their old, threadbare skins.
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‘name’:’poemhunter.com’,
‘url’:’https://www.poemhunter.com/’,
Apollonios was speaking
with a young man building a luxury house in Rhodes.‘When I enter a temple,’said the Tyanian finally, ‘even if it’s a small one,I’d much rather seea gold and ivory statue therethan a statue of common clay in a large temple.’‘Of common clay’: how disgusting-yet some (who haven’t been adequately trained)are taken in by what’s bogus….
Let them not seek to discover who I was
An obstacle was there that transformedthe deeds and the manner of my life.An obstacle was there that stopped memany times when I was about to speak.Only from my most imperceptible deedsand my most covert writings–from these alone will they understand me.But perhaps it isn’t worth exertingsuch care and such effort for them to know me.Later,…
Unknown -a stranger in Antioch- the man from Edessa
the final canto’s done. That makeseighty-three poems in all. But so much writing,so much versifying, the intense strainof phrasing in Greek, has worn the poet out,and now everything has gone stale.But a thought suddenly brings him out of his dejection:the sublime ‘That’s the man’which Lucian once heard in his sleep.
The frivolous can call me frivolous.
extremely seriously. And I insist that no one knowsthe Holy Fathers, or the Scriptures, or the Canons of theCouncilsbetter than I do.Whenever in doubt,whenever he had any ecclesiastical problem,Botaniatis consulted me, me first of all.But exiled here (may she be cursed, that viperIrini Doukaina), and incredibly bored,it’s not altogether unfitting to amuse myselfwriting six- and…
How unhappy the poor things are
and how bored by the pathetic life they live.
How they tremble for fear of losing that life, and how much
they love it, those befuddled and contradictory souls,
sitting -half comic and half tragic-
inside their old, threadbare skins.
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His subject, ‘The Character of Dimaratos’,
was outlined by the young sophist as follows(he planned to develop it rhetorically later):‘First a courtier of King Dareios,and after that of King Xerxes,now with Xerxes and his army,at last Dimaratos will be vindicated.He’d been treated very unjustly.He was definitely Ariston’s son, but his enemiesbribed the oracle brazenly.And it wasn’t enough that they deprived him…
Let me stop here. Let me, too, look at nature awhile.
the yellow shore; all lovely,all bathed in light.Let me stand here. And let me pretend I see all this(I really did see it for a minute when I first stopped)and not my usual day-dreams here too,my memories, those images of sensual pleasure.