Poetry Tuesday: Agriculture

Martial, aka Marcus Valerius Martialis, lived around the time when the calendar clicked over to AD. Therefore, I’m calling him the world’s first satirist.

You’ve planted seven wealthy husbands
While the bodies were still warm.
You own, Chloe, what I’d call
A profit-making farm.



Poetry Tuesday: I’ve Never Feared

By Antipater of Thessalonica, somewhere around the turn of the letters (from B.C. to the more current one).

I’ve never feared the setting of the Pleiades
or the hidden reefs beneath the waves
or even the lightning at sea
like I dread friends who drink with me
and remember what we say.


Poetry Tuesday: Whose Baggage From Land to Land

Palladas, a relatively ancient Greek, wrote this in the early fifth century.

Whose baggage from land to land is despair,
Life’s voyages sail a treacherous sea.
Many founder piteously
With fortune at the helm. We keep
A course this way and that, across the deep,
From here to nowhere. And back again.
Blow foul, blow fair
All come to anchor finally in the tomb.
Passengers armed, we travel from room to room.


Poetry Tuesday: Here Lies Archeanassa

By Asclepiades (c. 275-265 BCE). Some things never change.

Here Lies Archeanassa
the courtesan from Colophon
whose old and wrinkled body
was still Love’s proud domain.

you lovers who knew her youth
in its sweet piercing splendor
and plucked those early blooms–
through what a flame you passed!