a sailor on the beach

Who are you, O shipwrecked stranger?
Leontichos found your corpse on the beach,
buried you in this grave and cried thinking of his own hazardous life.
For he knows no rest:
he too roams over the sea like a gull.



2 thoughts on “a sailor on the beach

  1. This is going to sound wholly pretentious, but I sat and read and re-read this over a cup of Earl Grey Tea. It’s a long time since I read anything translated from Classical Greek. There’s something about the feel of this that reminds me of tanka (there I go again – pretentious!).



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