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112 pages, Paperback
First published March 6, 2012
From Pelops' sea-girt land come nigh,
great sons of Leda and of Zeus,
Castor and Pollux; 0 consent, appear,
ye who ride over all the earth
and the broad sea on swift-legg' d steeds
and rescue men with ease from chilly death,
leaping in brightness from afar
upon firm-thwarted vessels' masts,
on stormy watches bringing the dark ship light.
Let Hyrrhas' son be visited
by our friends' vengeance, for we swore
stern oaths that none of us would e'er
betray a member of our company,
but either lie in cloaks of earth,
killed by those men who then held power,
or else put them to death, and save
the people from its burden of distress.
Wet your whistle with wine, boyo, the Dog-star's back;
it's a hard time of year, everything's parched with
heat.
Pleasant out of the bush comes the cicada's noise,
and the thistle's in flower. Women are dirtiest
now, but men are reduced-Sirius dries the sap
from their head and their knees . . .