Talk:Anacreon (poet)

I removed the following translation from the main article page because it is not a work by Anacreon but is instead from a collection of anonymous imitators from a manuscript known as the Anacreonteia. I have substituted another translation (also in the public domain) in its place.

A Poem '''The Wounded Cupid. Song'''

Cupid as he lay among

Roses, by a Bee was stung.

Whereupon in anger flying

To his Mother, said thus crying;

Help! O help! your Boy's a dying.

And why, my pretty Lad, said she?

Then blubbering, replied he,

A winged Snake has bitten me

Which Country people call a Bee.

At which she smil'd; then with her hairs

And kisses drying up his tears:

Alas! said she, my Wag! if this

Such a pernicious torment is:

Come, tell me then, how great's the smart

Of those, thou woundest with thy Dart!

Translated from the Greek by Robert Herrick (1591-1674).

Ande B. 23:29, 11 March 2006 (UTC)