Thursday, 17 October 2013

The Thracian Filly - Anakreon

Ah tell me why you turn and fly,
 My little Thracian filly shy?
         Why turn askance
         That cruel glance,
 And think that such a dunce am I?

 O I am blest with ample wit
 To fix the bridle and the bit,
         And make thee bend
         Each turning-end
 In harness all the course of it.

But now 'tis yet the meadow free
 And frisking it with merry glee;
         The master yet
         Has not been met
 To mount the car and manage thee.

Anakreon (582 - 485 BC) Greece
Translated by Walter Headlam

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