Jul 6, 2025
Pain strikes one, then another. Now it turns to us and we groan over a bloody wound; next it'll turn to someone else. So now endure, driving back womanly grief.
Archilochos Lyric
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Pain strikes one, then another. Now it turns to us and we groan over a bloody wound; next it'll turn to someone else. So now endure, driving back womanly grief.
Archilochos Lyric
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Archilochos quoted by Anne Carson, Eros the bittersweet
Yet against this incurable misery, the gods give us the harsh medicine of endurance
- Archilochos
Such a longing for love, rolling itself up under my heart, poured down much mist over my eyes, filching out of my chest the soft lungs—
Archilochos, “Fragment 191” in Iambi et Elegi Graeci, as trans. by Anne Carson in Eros the Bittersweet
Such a longing for love, rolling itself up under my heart, poured down much mist over my eyes, filching out of my chest the soft lungs-
Archilochos, translated by Anne Carson
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Miserable, I lie in desire, lifeless, with bitter pains from the gods pierced through my bones.
Archilochos, trans. by Diane Rayor from Sappho’s Lyre: Archaic Lyric and Women Poets of Ancient Greece
I don't like a tall general, swaggering, proud of his curls, with a fancy shave. I'd rather have a short man, who looks bow-legged, with a firm stride, full of heart.
Poem 2 by the ancient Greek woman poet Archilochos.
Tr. Diane Rayor, Sappho’s Lyre: Archaic Lyric and Women Poets of Ancient Greece, pg. 21.
Such passion for love coiled in my heart poured a thick mist over my eyes, after stealing from my breast the tender senses.
Archilochos Lyric