{"id":134,"date":"2010-11-19T18:41:49","date_gmt":"2010-11-19T23:41:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/?p=134"},"modified":"2010-11-19T18:41:49","modified_gmt":"2010-11-19T23:41:49","slug":"archilochos-p-colon-7511","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/2010\/134\/poems\/archilochos-p-colon-7511\/","title":{"rendered":"Archilochos, P. Colon. 7511"},"content":{"rendered":"

Translation by Guy Davenport
\nFrom 7 Greeks<\/em> (New Directions, 1995)<\/p>\n

[ ]
\nBack away from that, [she said]
\nAnd steady on [ ]<\/p>\n

Wayward and wildly pounding heart,
\nThere is a girl who lives among us
\nWho watches you with foolish eyes,<\/p>\n

A slender, lovely, graceful girl,
\nJust budding into supple line,
\nAnd you scare her and make her shy.<\/p>\n

O daughter of the highborn Amphimedo,
\nI replied, of the widely remembered
\nAmphimedo now in the rich earth dead,<\/p>\n

There are, do you know, so many pleasures
\nFor young men to choose from
\nAmong the skills of the delicious goddess<\/p>\n

It’s green to think the holy one’s the only.
\nWhen the shadows go black and quiet,
\nLet us, you and I alone, and the gods,<\/p>\n

Sort these matters out. Fear nothing:
\nI shall be tame, I shall behave
\nAnd reach, if I reach, with a civil hand.<\/p>\n

I shall climb the wall and come to the gate.
\nYou’ll not say no, Sweetheart, to this?
\nI shall come no farther than the garden grass.<\/p>\n

Neobul\u00e9 I have forgotten, believe me, do.
\nAny man who wants her may have her.
\nAiai! She’s past her day, ripening rotten.<\/p>\n

The petals of her flower are all brown.
\nThe grace that first she had is shot.
\nDon’t you agree that she looks like a boy?<\/p>\n

A woman like that would drive a man crazy.
\nShe should get herself a job as a scarecrow.
\nI’d as soon hump her as [kiss a goat’s butt].<\/p>\n

A source of joy I’d be to the neighbors
\nWith such a woman as her for a wife!
\nHow could I ever prefer her to you?<\/p>\n

You, O innocent, true heart and bold.
\nEach of her faces is as sharp as the other,
\nWhich way she’s turning you never can guess.<\/p>\n

She’d whelp like the proverb’s luckless bitch
\nWere I to foster get upon her, throwing
\nThem blind, and all on the wrongest day.<\/p>\n

I said no more, but took her hand,
\nLaid her down in a thousand flowers,
\nAnd put my soft wool cloak around her.<\/p>\n

I slid my arm under her neck
\nTo still the fear in her eyes,
\nFor she was trembling like a fawn,<\/p>\n

Touched her hot breasts with light fingers,
\nSpraddled her neatly and pressed
\nAgainst her fine, hard, bared crotch.<\/p>\n

I caressed the beauty of all her body
\nAnd came in a sudden white spurt
\nWhile I was stroking her hair. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

Translation by Guy Davenport From 7 Greeks (New Directions, 1995) [ ] Back away from that, [she said] And steady on [ ] Wayward and wildly pounding heart, There is a girl who lives among us Who watches you with foolish eyes, A slender, lovely, graceful girl, Just budding into supple line, And you scare […]<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"ngg_post_thumbnail":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[4],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-134","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poems","category-4-id","post-seq-1","post-parity-odd","meta-position-corners","fix"],"aioseo_notices":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=134"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":135,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/134\/revisions\/135"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=134"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=134"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/kuny.ca\/blogs\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=134"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}