9 months ago. Thursday, May 1, 2025 at 2:26 PM
Leonidas of Tarentum 290 - 220 B.C.
"...
15. Far from Italy, far from native Tarentum
I lie, and this is the worst of it - worse than death.
An exile's life is no life. But the Muses loved me.
For my suffering, they gave me a honed gift:
My name survives me. Thanks to the sweet Muses
Leonidas will echo throughout all time.
16. The season of ships is here,
The west wind and the swallows;
Flowers in the fields appear,
And the ocean of hills and hollows
Has calmed its waves and is clear.
Free that anchor and chain!
Set your full canvas flying,
O men in the harbor lane:
It is I, Priapus, crying.
Sail out on your trades again! ..."
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