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7 Greeks

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by Guy Davenport

That famous grace

  Be my grace too.

  32 Whoever is alive

  Is pleased by song.

  33 Stirred up and raving.

  34 You are too old

  For perfume.

  35 And the heart

  Is pleased

  By one thing

  After another.

  36 He comes, in bed,

  As copiously as

  A Prienian ass

  And is equipped

  Like a stallion.

  37 Their duenna in their midst,

  Those girls

  wore such perfume

  In their hair

  and on their breasts

  Even old men

  Desired them.

  And, Glaukcos my boy,

  Their cunts

  [but here the papyrus is torn]

  A parade of girls

  From that shuttered house

  With all its coming

  And going.

  What shoes!

  [here the papyrus is too tattered to read]

  Ignorance

  Of the good

  Of things.

  38 You bring home

  A bright evil.

  39 But iron bends,

  Too, and that poker

  Is limp as a rag

  Most of the time.

  40 Friends hurt

  The most.

  41 A few citizens

  Hung back,

  But the majority.

  42 There are other shields to be had,

  But not under the spear-hail

  Of an artillery attack,

  In the hot work of slaughtering,

  Among the dry racket of the javelins,

  Neither seeing nor hearing.

  43 Be bold! That’s one way

  Of getting through life.

  So I turn upon her

  And point out that,

  Faced with the wickedness

  Of things, she does not shiver.

  I prefer to have, after all,

  Only what pleases me.

  Are you so deep in misery

  That you think me fallen?

  You say I’m lazy; I’m not,

  Nor any of my kin-people.

  I know how to love those

  Who love me, how to hate.

  My enemies I overwhelm

  With abuse. The ant bites!

  The oracle said to me:

  “Return to the city, reconquer.

  It is almost in ruins.

  With your spear give it glory.

  Reign with absolute power,

  The admiration of men.

  After this long voyage,

  Return to us from Gortyne.”

  Pasture, fish, nor vulture

  Were you, and I, returned,

  Seek an honest woman

  Ready to be a good wife.

  I would hold your hand,

  Would be near you, would have run

  All the way to your house.

  I cannot. The ship went down,

  And all my wealth with it.

  The salvagers have no hope.

  You whom the soldiers beat,

  You who are all but dead,

  How the gods love you!

  And I, alone in the dark,

  I was promised the light.

  44 Courtyard barricaded by a wall.

  45 You led us

  A thousand strong

  At Thasos.

  46 Athena daughter of thundering Zeus

  Brings them courage in their battles,

  That weeping people, every man of them a woman.

  Whereupon, the sun of grace upon them,

  They build new houses and clean new fields.

  They have retreated, as if by habit,

  From land after land, without arousing

  The least pity in any possible defender.

  Now by the will of all the gods on Olympos,

  This island.

  47 A coat of wool

  That seems woven

  Of piddock shell

  And dyed purple.

  48 Golden hair.

  49 [This shred

  Of Alexandrian

  Paper, torn

  Left side, right side,

  Top and bottom,

  With holes

  In the middle,

  Reads:

  Your

  ]if

  river[

  ]so[

  I then, alone]

  50 Watch, Glaukos, Watch!

  Heavy and high buckles the sea.

  A cloud tall and straight

  Has gathered on the Gyrean mountain-tops,

  Forewarning of thunder, lightning, wind.

  What we don’t expect comes fearfully.

  War, Glaukos, war.

  51 Yes, yes,

  As sure as a poppy’s

  Green.

  52 Zeus is the best priest among the gods;

  He himself fulfills what he prophesies.

  53 Fields fattened

  By corpses.

  54 The arrogant

  Puke pride.

  55 Until,

  And,

  Mountain tops.

  56 Field rations,

  Legitimacy,

  Heart.

  57 Hot tears cannot drive misery away,

  Nor banquets and dancing make it worse.

  58 From Paros

  The lovely

  We march.

  59 Phasinos,

  dawn shows,

  And now it is the Thargelia.

  60 But for what he did

  To me,

  He won’t get away

  Unstruck.

  61 Butt kisser!

  62 The highly polished minds

  Of accomplished frauds.

  63 You’ve bolted

  The door.

  64 ]you are busy with

  of Imbros[

  ]repulses[

  ]well wishing[

  And I hope[

  ]making use of

  ]busy

  to drive into confusion[

  ]having[

  65 There is a fable among men:

  How a fox and an eagle

  Joined in partnership.

  [three deciperable fragments survive:]

  She brought her children a horrible meal.

  EAGLE: See that high crag there?

  The rough one,

  the forbidding one?

  To get up there you climb

  With nimble wings,

  Flying from the earth to

  The high rock,

  Lifting up thus.

  o Zeus, Father Zeus,

  yours is heaven’s strength,

  And you see the works of men,

  both villainous and law-abiding.

  To you the uprightness and sinning pride

  Of the animals are significant.

  66 A sharp helmsman

  And a brave heart

  With a two-master.

  67 Thief and the night,

  Thief and the night.

  68 I think

  Know then

  that I am so minded

  To suffer.

  69 Foggy island.

  70 What breaks me,

  Young friend,

  Is tasteless desire,

  Dead iambics,

  Boring dinners.

  71 Greet insolence with outrage.

  72 Soul, soul,

  Torn by perplexity,

  On your feet now!

  Throw forward your chest

  To the enemy;

  Keep close in the attack;

  Move back not an inch.

  But never crow in victory,

  Nor mope hangdog in loss.

  Overdo neither sorrow nor joy:

  A measured motion governs man.

  73 The old men are idle,

  And should be.

  Simplicity and stubbornness

  Blunder and prate.

  74 Little
boy.

  75 Medlar trees.

  76 To make you laugh,

  Charilaos Erasmonides

  And best of my friends,

  Here’s a funny story

  77 The son of

  The fig eater.

  78 Moral blindness[

  Miserable[

  lworthless[

  Jealousy[

  ]O heart[

  ]and not[

  79 Some Saian mountaineer

  Struts today with my shield.

  I threw it down by a bush and ran

  When the fighting got hot.

  Life seemed somehow more precious.

  It was a beautiful shield.

  I know where I can buy another

  Exactly like it, just as round.

  80 Twice the age of her apprentices,

  That wrinkled old madam Xanthé

  Is still regarded as an expert.

  81 Her hair was as simple

  As flax, and I,

  I am heavy with infamy.

  82 Desire,

  Future,

  Enemy.

  Music:

  My song

  And a ftute

  Together.

  83 Keep a mercenary for a friend,

  Glaukos, to stmd by in battle.

  84 Touched girl.

  85 That old goat

  Patrolled his own corridors.

  86 Everything,

  Perikles,

  A man has

  The Fates

  Gave him.

  87 Everything

  People have

  Comes from

  Painstiling

  Work.

  88 Recompense.

  89 Plums.

  90 [Paper

  Snowflake:]

  Dwells here

  ]hard fate[

  Participate[

  91 When Alkibié married,

  She made of her copious hair

  A holy gift to Hera.

  92 There is no land like this,

  So longable for, so pretty,

  So enjoyable,

  Here on the banks of the Siris.

  93 The heart of mortal man,

  Glaukos, son of Leptines,

  Is what Zeus makes it,

  Day after day,

  And what the world makes it,

  That passes before our eyes.

  94 The cave,

  And henceforth I intend to

  Conduct my life with more order

  [here the papyrus deteriorates]

  Line, dog, solitude.

  [the papyrus gets worse]

  What an I offer in exchange?

  [and worse]

  Against the night-prowler

  Mount guard around your house.

  I have seen him in the streets,

  Plotting burglaries.

  95

  96 To engage with an insatiable girl,

  Ramming belly against belly,

  Thigh riding against thigh.

  97 Zeus gave them

  A dry spell.

  98 Long the time, hard the work

  That went into heaping the wealth

  He threw away on whores.

  99 Boil in the crotch.

  100 Naked.

  101 With ships so trim and narrow,

  Ropes fast and sails full,

  I ask of the gods that

  Our comrades have a wind too,

  That they meet neither tall wave

  Nor reef.

  All fortune be with them.

  102 Tenella Kallinike!

  Hail Lord Herakles!

  You and Iolaos, soldiers two,

  Tenella Kallinike!

  Hail Lord Heraldes!

  103 Wild animals.

  104 Our very meeting

  With each other

  Is an omen.

  105 Has no liver,

  But, even so,

  Hot as a hornet.

  106 [A thin

  Ribbon of

  Paper]

  107 Begotten by

  His Father’s

  Roaring Carts.

  108 His attachment to the despicable

  is so affectionate and stubborn,

  Argument can’t reach him.

  109 Battle trumpet.

  110 A man, Aisimides, who listens

  To what people say about him

  Isn’t ever going to be quiet of mind.

  111 Lying down

  In the olive press.

  112 A ditch all around[

  ]game[

  ]and speed[

  His inheritance from his father

  That girl tried[

  ]cooked goose

  Eaten.

  113 There’s nothing now

  We can’t expect to happen!

  Anything at all, you can bet,

  Is ready to jump out at us.

  No need to wonder over it.

  Father Zeus has turned

  Noon to night, blotting out

  The sunshine utterly,

  Putting cold terror

  At the back of the throat.

  Let’s believe all we hear.

  Even that dolphins and cows

  Change place, porpoises and goats,

  Rams booming along in the offing,

  Mackerel nibbling in the hill pastures.

  I wouldn’t be surprised,

  I wouldn’t be surprised.

  114 Venom of a water snake.

  115 Gently cock

  The trap’s spring.

  116 Let us sing,

  Ahem,

  Of Glaukos who wore

  The pompadour.

  117 Damp crotch.

  118 Where, where,

  O Emas,

  Is the guidon stuck

  Of this company

  With its luck shot?

  119 Otherwise,

  that stone of Tantalos

  Will hang over this island.

  120 Not a rampan held.

  121 Grief and fasting in anguish

  Strike city street and dinner table.

  We complain, we dream, we blame.

  This sea-cyclone calamity,

  This storm-wave pounding our hearts

  –with hiss and thunder together

  It climbed to knock Rat

  With an orchard of foam on top–

  Has mauled us and choked us with hurt.

  What are backbones if not ramrods?

  The gods toughen us, Perikles,

  To stand this pain. Fortune, misfortune;

  Misfortune, fortune. Grit your teeth.

  Not all of us need be women.

  122 Night.

  The wind

  Blows landward.

  Branches creak.

  123 He made all secure against

  High seas and wind.

  124 Justice.

  125

  126 Thasos,

  Calamitous city.

  127 O Hephaistos Lord of Fire,

  How awful to be your suppliant!

  128 Put down the uproar.

  129 Why should the sea be fat

  With my drowned friends?

  Why oil the knees of the gods?

  Why, why should Hephaistos

  The Fire dance his dance

  On this splendid face

  And feast on these runner’s legs

  Poseidon the Water has stilled?

  To the ecstatic fire we give to eat

  This fine body wrapped in white,

  Pleasure once of glad women,

  Companion once of Ares, War.

  130 Every man

  Stripped naked.

  131 Of holy Demeter

  And of her daughter

  The festival attending.

  132 Mountain animal.

  133 When the people went off to the Games,

  Batousiades came along too.

  134 Great virtue

  In the feet.

  135 And close to me.

  136 The good-natu
red need no cutlery

  In their vocabulary.

  137

  138 Elegant frog.

  139 A great squire he was,

  And heavy with a stick

  In the sheeplands of Asia.

  140 Rigidities melt,

  Masts fall.

  141 O forsaken and hungry

  People of the city,

  Hear me speak.

  142 And no man thereafter

  With the gods.

  143 Hang iambics.

  This is no time

  For poetry.

  144 Fortune is like a wife:

  Fire in her right hand,

  Water in her left.

  145 Fast foot.

  146 Like the men

  Of Thrace or Phrygia

  She could get her wine down

  At a go,

  Without taking a breath,

  While the flute

  Played a certain little tune,

  And like those foreigners

  She permitted herself

  To be buggered.

  147 Upon the roads

  Of Ennyra.

  148

  149 Seam of the scrotum.

  150 Into the jug

  Through a straw.

  151 Sparks in wheat.

  152

  153 You drink a lot of unmixed wine

  That you haven’t paid for,

  And weren’t invited to share,

  Treating everybody as your dearest friend,

  Greed having supplanted any shame

  You once had.

  154 [The right-hand

  Line endings

  Of an elegy:]

  moves against;

  staunching,

  pointed penis

  I, as usual,

  situate;

  suffice,

  the city,

  therefore you imagine

  we establish beauty.

  155 Eaten by fleas.

  156 She sweetened

  Her voice.

  157 He turned.

  158 Sabazians

  Of the

  Elegant

  Hair.

  159 Of the sons of Selles.

  160 Humpbacked

  Everytime he can.

  161 Deer-heart.

  162 He’s yoke-broke

  But shirks work,

  Part bull, part fox,

  My sly ox.

  163 Idle chatter.

  164 This, this

  We cannot do.

  165 Illiusionist in language

  And pretentious buffoon.

  166 The crow was so ravished by pleasure

  That the kingfisher on a rock nearby

  Shook its feathers and flew away.

  167 The thrones, there,

  Of great Zeus,

  And his rocks

  For throwing.

  168 Seven of the enemy

  were cut down in that encounter

  And a thousand of us,

  mark you,

  Ran them through.

  169 They’ll say I was a mercenary,

  Like a Carlan. Such was life.

  Don’t call the medics over.

  I know a way, not theirs,

  To get a swelling like that down.

  Listen here, now. No? Forget it.

  They’ll say I was a mercenary.

  Is there clean linen for a shroud?

  170 One sizable thing I do know;

  How to get back my own

  With a man doing me wrong.

  171 Ignorant and ill bred

  Mock the dead.

  172 With what springs

  In my legs

 

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