More repackaging of fragments a la a philologist, this time with a recurring theme of Adonis, the doomed mortal who became Aphrodite's lover.
The moon has now entered the void,
The Pleiades follow, sweeping
Low and moving the small hours on.
I, when I sleep, do so alone.
He died there Cythera foam form,
Gorgeous Adonis, what can be done?
Clap on your breasts, illumined girls,
Tear open your pious blouses.
Mourn for Adonis.
Leda they say once laid an egg
From a solar womb, hyacinthine
And occulted, an egg pure enough
To be shadow free.
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δέδυκε μὲν ἀ σελάννα
καὶ Πληΐαδες· μέσαι δὲ
νύκτες, παρὰ δ’ ἔρχετ’ ὤρα,
ἔγω δὲ μόνα κατεύδω.
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κατθνάσκει, Κυθέρη’, ἄβρος Ἄδωνις· τί κε θεῖμεν;
καττύπτεσθε, κόραι, καὶ κατερείκεσθε κίθωνας.
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ὦ τὸν Ἄδωνιν
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φαῖσι δή ποτα Λήδαν ὐακίνθινον
… ὤιον εὔρην πεπυκάδμενον
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ὠΐω πόλυ λευκότερον
