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Poetry Month 2015: Propertius
ELEGY III.3 by Sextus Propertius (trans. David R. Slavitt) A vision: I’m sprawled on the shady grass of a mountainside. It’s Helicon, near the spring Bellerophon’s horse made with its hoof, and the world is bright and clear and small, like something a jeweler had made, and my mind is affected. I have the peculiar idea that I could take up the lyre and sing of Alba’s kings and their deeds of yore.Read More