“Asklepias adores making love. She gazes at a man, her aquamarine eyes calm like the summer seas, and persuades him to go boating on the lake of love.” Willis BarnstoneMeleagros Author:Meleagros
“Where are you driving me, foul waves of love, huge sleepless winds of jealousy, turbulent sea of orgy? The rudder of my heart is broken: I drift. Will I ever again see the voluptuous Skylla?” Willis BarnstoneMeleagros Author:Meleagros
“My nurse was the island of Tyros, and Attic land of Syrian Gadara was my birthplace. I was sired by Eukrates —I, Meleagros, friend of the Muses and first to waken to the Graces of Menippos. A Syrian? What if I am? Stranger, we all live in one country: the world. Out of one chaos were all men born. In my old age I traced these letters on the slab before my grave, knowing that old men are neighbors to death. Passerby, wish me well, the talkative old man, and you may also reach a loquacious old age.” Willis BarnstoneMeleagros Author:Meleagros