Calma antiga Nature's calm The
Calma antiga
Nature's calm
The mountain brows, the rocks, the peaks, are sleeping,
Uplands and gorges hush!
The thousand moorland things are stillness keeping;
The beasts under each bush
Crouch, and the hived bees
Rest in their honeyed ease;
In the purple sea fish lie as they were dead,
And each bird folds his wing over his head.
Alcman, trad. Edwin Arnold, in Greek Poets in English Verse. Ed. William Hyde Appleton, The Riverside Press, 1893.
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Publicado em 28 de Novembro de 2004