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143 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1938
regularity of stanza form and rime. I find it impossible to equal the delicate balance of the elegiac couplet, and I have deliberately chosen a system of irregular cadence, assonance, and the broken line…I have simply tried to restate in my own idiom what the Greek verses have meant to me.
Dedication of a Mirror
I Lais whose laughter was scornful in Hellas,
Whose doorways were thronged daily with young
lovers,
I dedicate my mirror to Aphrodite:
For I will not see myself as I am now,
And can not see myelf as once I was.
Plato
Fortunatus the portraint-painter got twenty sons
But never one likeness
Nikarchos
Epitaph of a Courtesan
Here lies Archeanassa of Kolophon, whose face
Even when scored by age was sweet Love’s throne.
Ah lovers, lovers,
You of her young days, gathering those flowers
In their first beauty,
through what a fire you passed!
Asklepiades