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

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.



the impossible refuge

Experience and suffering
are the mother of wisdom.

Be happy in your own soul.
Among pitiless townsmen
one will always abuse you,
another speak praise.

When a man is dead
one can find no medicine
to bring him life.