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Sunday 26/Jun/05

Not to grow old, being human, there’s no way.

Filed under: — marc @ 10:02


Abans d’anar a la platja penso en el meu pobre cos, ja gran, i en la gran notícia editorial del moment que és la restauració d’un nou cant de Safo de Lesbos, escrit segurament entre els segles VII i VI aC

[You for] the fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gifts
[be zealous,] girls, [and the] clear melodious lyre:

[but my once tender] body old age now
[has seized;] my hair’s turned [white] instead of dark;

my heart’s grown heavy, my knees will not support me,
that once on a time were fleet for the dance as fawns.

This state I oft bemoan; but what’s to do?
Not to grow old, being human, there’s no way.

Tithonus once, the tale was, rose-armed Dawn,
love-smitten, carried off to the world’s end,

handsome and young then, yet in time grey age
o’ertook him, husband of immortal wife.

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Comment by Ignorantius Magnificus

# Sunday 26/Jun/05,

Que listos eran los antiguos que ya se expresaban en la que posteriormente sería la lengua del Imperio.

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