The Odes of Anacreon, of Teos

by Anacron

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Genres: Poetry, Classics, Ancient History

196 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 501

Reviews

[j.e.rodriguez · Rating 5 out of 5]

"Oh! then I drank the poison'd bowl, / And Love now nestles in my soul! / Yes, yes, my soul is Cupid's nest, / I feel him fluttering in my breast."

[Gaspar Juárez · Rating 4 out of 5]

Los hay en las Anacreónticas una poesía de un carácter hedonistas muy marcado y una influencia del Carpe Diem de Horacio que subyase todos los poemas. Y los hay poemas buenos, muy buenos y unos cuantos excelentes que no es de extrañar que se le atribuyan al mismísimo Anacreonte como su autor. Más no es así, en las Anacreónticas encontramos por ejemplo poemas compuestos en la época bizantina. 

Los poemas son como no podia ser de otra manera o bien una imitación o bien un homenaje a los poemas de Anacreonte. En dónde priman los tópicos del poeta.

[Leonardo · Rating 4 out of 5]

o nao amar é duro
amar, duro também!
porém, mais duro é amar
e não gozar o seu bem
há amor que esquece estirpe
avós, saber, virtudes
somente vê a prata
e muda as atitudes.
Maldito, o que primeiro
a prata amou demais!
através dela irmãos
Não existem, nem pais!
batem-se os homens com outros,
Matam-se, estertorantes...
Mas há pior: morreremos,
por isso, nós, amantes.