Philodemos (also spelled Philodemus) of Gadara, Epicurean philosopher and poet (110 b.c. - 35 b.c.)
Two by Philodemos
In the middle of the night
I stole from my husband's bed
And came to you, soaked with rain.
And now, are we going to
Sit around, and not get down
To business, and not bill and coo,
And love like lovers ought to love?
—translated by Kenneth Rexroth
Here it's rose-time again, chick-peas in season,
cabbages, Sosylus, first heads of the year,
fillets of smelt, fresh-salted cheese,
tender and furled up lettuce leaves . . .
but we don't go way out to the point, Sosylus,
or picnic, as we used to, on the overlook.
Antigenes and Bacchios had the old party spirit,
but today we dump them in their graves.
—translated by Wm. Moebius
Poetry by jim
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Written on 2019-01-09 at 19:24
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