like an old champion

Even now Eros looks at me with tenderness
from under dark eyelids, and casts me spellbound
into Aphrodite’s nets where I lie caught
inextricably,

for I swear his mere approach makes me tremble
like an old champion chariot horse, as he
draws a swift cart unwillingly to the race.

Ibykos

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