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Greek Anthology - Five Poems

2/15/2023

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GREEK ANTHOLOGY -- Anthologia Graeca Planudea, in Greek. Recension by Maximus Planudes (c.1299), edited by Janus Lascaris (1445-1535). Florence: Laurentius Francisci de Alopa, 11 August 1494. (https://www.christies.com/lot/lot-greek-anthology-anthologia-graeca-5370940/?)

​The Greek Anthology is a rich collection of Greek poems, mostly epigrams, from the earliest poets through the Byzantine era. Many English translations exist for large parts of the anthology, so I’m exploring no new ground.

The poems here are all drawn from Book VI. It contains votive poems, described by David Ferry in his notes to Horace’s ode i.5, as “’dedicatory epigrams,’ in which representatives of various occupations—farmers, soldiers, artisans, musicians—deposit the tools of their trade in the temples of the appropriate gods.” In my observation, this is when the worker is retiring or nearing death (usually the same event).

My translations are not independent treatments of poems in a language I cannot read, but the versification of English prose translations. The poems are presented in reverse chronological order, except for last; I cannot find dates for the final poet.

The Boar
Paulus Silentiarius (died AD 575–580) (VI, 168)

The boar that rooted up the vines,
and wallowed among the nodding reeds,
whose tusks slashed the olive trees
     and put the sheepdogs to flight--

Xenophilus fought it with the sword
when he found it by the river, teeth
snapping, razorback bristling, breath
     smoking like burning wood,

and on Pan’s tree he hung the hide. 


The Sailor
Macedonius the Consul (500 – 560 AD) (VI, 69)

Crantas, after many voyages,
anchors his boat on the temple floor
and dedicates it to the god of the seas.

It no longer cares which winds ruffle the deep,
for it sails the solid earth where poor
Crantas stretches out to sleep. 


The Blacksmith

Pancrates (ca. 140 AD) (VI, 117)

To Hephaestus, the smith
surrenders his pliers and tongs
his five-pound hammer battered
    from beating iron,

and the anvil he pounded,
for with them he saved
his children from living poor
    and dying starved. 


Leontichus
Leonidas of Tarentum (3rd century BC) (VI, 205)

On giving up his calling, the carpenter
sets his tools aside—the grooved file,
the wood-chewing plane, the ochre-stained rule,
the hammer that strikes at both ends,

the line and ochre-box, the drill-box and rasp,
the heavy axe and handle that govern his craft,
his revolving auger, and his faithful gimlet
that turns in wood. Everything the man

has used for fifty years, including his best
screwdrivers and his double-edged adze,
he gives to Athena, for she gave grace
to all he did with the strength of his hands. 


On a Mother Dead in Childbirth
Diodorus of Sardis (dates unknown)(VI, 348)

These letters, written by Diodorus,
say I was engraved for Athenaïs,

dead in child-birth bearing a boy;
and I weep to hold the daughter of Melo,

who left in tears the women of Lesbos,
in tears her father, who misses her most;

Artemis would not hear me, bound
on hunting the doe with her baying hounds.
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