| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 191222. | | | | Homage to Quintus Septimius Florentis Christianus | | By Ezra Pound |
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I Theodorus will be pleased at my death, | |
| And someone else will be pleased at the death of Theodorus: | |
| And yet every one speaks evil of death. | |
| Incerti Auctoris | |
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II This place is the Cyprians, for she has ever the fancy | 5 |
| To be looking out across the bright sea; | |
| Therefore the sailors are cheered, and the waves | |
| Keep small with reverence, | |
| beholding her image. | |
| Anyte | 10 |
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III A sad and great evil is the expectation of death | |
| And there are also the inane expenses of the funeral; | |
| Let us therefore cease from pitying the dead | |
| For after death there comes no other calamity. | |
| Palladas | 15 |
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IV Troy Whither, O city, are your profits and your gilded shrines, | |
| And your barbecues of great oxen, | |
| And the tall women, walking your streets, in gilt clothes, | |
| With their perfume in little alabaster boxes? | |
| Where are the works of your home-born sculptors? | 20 |
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| Times tooth is into the lot, and wars and fates too. | |
| Envy has taken your all | |
| Save your douth and your story. | |
| Agathias Scholasticus | |
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V Woman? Oh, woman is a consummate rage, but dead or asleep she pleases. | 25 |
| Take hershe has two excellent seasons. | |
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VI Nicharcus upon Phidon his doctor Phidon neither purged me, nor touched me; | |
| But I remembered the name of his fever medicine and died. | | | | |
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