Poetry Tuesday: Aster

From the one and only Plato; there’s nothing platonic about this!

You were the morning star among the living;
But now in death your evening lights the dead.



Poetry Tuesday: To A Swallow

By Euenos, somewhere in Greece (most likely), about 2000 years ago.

Relish honey. If you please
Regale yourself on Attic bees.
But spare, O airy chatterer,
Spare the chattering grasshopper!

Winging, spare his gilded wings,
Chatterer, his chatterings.
Summer’s child, do not molest
Him the summer’s humblest guest.

Snatch not for your hungry young
One who like yourself has sung–
For it is neither just nor fit
That poets should each other eat.


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.