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Blame not the gale, or the inhospitable sea-gulf, or friends’ tardiness,mariner! Just man’s foolhardiness.by Leonidas of Tarentum, transla..
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Passerby,tell the Spartans we liehere, dead at their word,obedient to their command.Have they heard?Do they understand?by Simonides, translation by Mi..
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Smaller and darkerthan their closest kin,the faeries learned only too wellnever to dwellclose to the villages of larger men.Only to dance in the starl..
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Stripped of her stripling, if asked, she’d confess:“I am now less than nothingness.”by Diotimus, translation by Michael R. Burch
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These are epitaphs placed on gravestones and monuments by the ancient Greeks in remembrance of their dead.The Seikilos Epitaphby Seikilos of Euterpesl..
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Sappho, fragment 155loose translation by Michael R. BurchA short revealing frock?It's just my luckyour lips were made to mock!Sappho, fragment 156loos..
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At Tintagelby Michael R. BurchThe legend of what happened "on a dark and stormy" night at Tintagel is endlessly intriguing. Supposedly, Merlin transfo..
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There is a Rose at Auschwitz, in the briar,a rose like Sharon’s, lovely as her name.The world forgot her, and is not the same.I ..
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Veiledby Michael R. BurchShe has beliefwithout comprehensionand in her crutchwork shackshe ismuch like us . . .tamping the breadinto edible forms,rega..
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Unfoldingsby Michael R. Burchfor VickiTime unfolds ...Your lips were roses.... petals open, shyly clustering ...I had dreamsof other seasons.... ten t..
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