‘what distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which for a day (if no longer
its potency can last), or even for a short time
can bring my twenty three years to me
again; can bring my friend of twenty two
to me again — his beauty, his love.
‘What distillate prepared according
to the formulas of ancient Grecosyrian magi
which, in bringing back these things,
can also bring back our little room.’
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of Antiochos Epiphanis; a very good-looking young manfrom Samosata. But if the lines come outardent, full of feeling, it’s because Emonidis(belonging to another, much older time:the 137th year of the Greek kingdom,maybe a bit earlier) is in the poemmerely as a name -a suitable one nevertheless.The poem gives voice to the love Temethos feels,a beautiful…
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the very intelligent Lady Anna Dalassini,noteworthy in both her works and her manners-much is said in praise of her.Here I offer one phrase only,a phrase that is beautiful, sublime:‘She never uttered those cold words ‘mine’ or ‘yours’.’
They come out of the house separately, furtively;and as they move off down the street a bit unsettled,it seems they sense that something about them betrayswhat kind of bed they’ve just been lying on.But what profit for the life of the artist:tomorrow, the day after, or years later, he’ll give voiceto the strong lines that…
