A Poem by Meleager

Meleager, in Greek Anthology 12.101 (tr. Margaret Hubbard): I was unwounded by Desires, but Myiscus shot me in the heart with his eyes, and cried, 'I have caught the braggart. That supercilious sneer that imperious philosophy gave, look, I am trampling on it.' Just breathing, I replied, 'Dear lad, why all this surprise? Zeus himself was hauled down from Olympus by Love.' τόν με Πόθοις ἄτρωτον ὑπὸ στέρνοισι Μυΐσκος ὄμμασι τοξεύσας, τοῦτ ̓ ἐβόησεν ἔπος· “τὸν θρασὺν εἶλον ἐγώ· τὸ δ ̓ ἐπ ̓ ὀφρύσι κεῖνο φρύαγμα σκηπτροφόρου σοφίας ἠνίδε ποσσὶ πατῶ.” τῷ δ ̓, ὅσον ἀμπνεύσας, τόδ ̓ ἔφην· “Φίλε κοῦρε, τί θαμβεῖς; καὐτὸν ἀπ ̓ Οὐλύμπου Ζῆνα καθεῖλεν Ἔρως.” A.S.F. Gow and D. Page ad loc.: Propertius 1.1.1-4 (tr. Margaret Hubbard): Cynthia was the first whose eyes captured me, poor wretch, uninfected before by any desires. Then I had to lower my gaze with its steady hauteur and Love trampled on my head... Cynthia prima suis miserum me cepit ocellis, contactum nullis ante cupidinibus. tum mihi…