SEVENTEEN ANCIENT POEMS Translated from Greek and Latin by Thomas McEvilley
Meleager of Gadara Raising the Alarm Meleager Commiserates with His Soul Meleager Addresses His Servant Dorkas Meleager Speaks to a Honey Bee Instructions for Meleager’s Burial Meleager Reproaches the Dawn Meleager Reproaches the Dawn Again An Address to the Bedside Lamp Meleager Writes a Poem for the Police Meleager Puzzled
Go through my things god knows what you'll find. When I'm not here. I'm not here, in this poem I'm in another room, writing praises of their loveliness and terror the ones that dance through my mind not endlessly, but to be one at one with them I want to be. I want to be one, I want her to be one when the voice begins she is, and she dances. I am the voice. I praise There is no mind.