“Get him that enormous caldron on the tripod so he can bloat his stomach with every food. It is cool but soon will boil with good soup which gobbler Alkman likes sparkling hot, especially in the cold season of the solstice. The glutton Alkman abstains from fancy dishes but like the demos eats a plain massive meal.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“Three seasons were created: summer and winter and a third in autumn, and even a fourth—the spring— when the fields are heavy with crops and a glutton still goes hungry.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“The calm sea falls dumbly on the shore among a tangle of seaweed.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“Now chasms and mountain summits are asleep, and sierra slopes and ravines; creeping things nourished by the dark earth, hillside beasts and generations of bees, monsters in the depths of the purple brine, all lie asleep, and also tribes [...] of flying birds.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“The guilty man sat among pleasant things under a hanging rock, and from his chair he looked and then the vision faded.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“It is not Aphrodite but riotous Eros who is playing like a child, scuttling down across the tips of meadow ferns. Please, do not crush them.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“Women of honey-sweet voices, my limbs are weak. They will not bear me. I wish, ah, I wish I were a carefree kingfisher flying over flowering foam with the halcyons—sea-blue holy birds of spring.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman
“I know the tunes of every bird, But I, Alkman, found my words and song in the tongue of the strident partridge.” Willis BarnstoneAlkman Author:Alkman