Poems found: 46
STAFF OF SLIPPERS HANG HERE, KYPRIS
WALLET, A RAWHIDE GOATSKIN, A CANE
WALLET, THE HIDE OF A GOAT, TOUGH AND UNTANNED, A STICK.
EVENING AND MORNING OLD PLATTHIS KEPT
FOR THAT GOATFUCKER, GOATFOOTED PAN
FOREVER BRIGANDS AND PIRATES, THE CRETANS ARE NEVER JUST.
GET OUT OF MY HUT, YOU STEALTHY VERMIN! LEONIDAS'.
GLOOMY MINISTER OF HADES WHO SAIL THIS STREAM.
GO SOFTLY PAST THE GRAVEYARD WHERE
HIS BALL, BEAUTIFULLY LEAVED . . .
HIS POOR MOTHER GIVES MIKYTHOS'
IF THE TOMBSTONE PLACED OVER ME IS SMALL TO SEE AND CLOSE
OLD PLATTHIS OFTEN THRUST AWAY HER MORNING'S SLEEP.
PHILOKLES OFFERS HIS BOUNCING BALL TO HERMES
THERIS, THE OLD MAN WHO LIVED BY HIS FISH TRAPS
THERIS, THRICE-OLD, WHO GOT HIS LIVING FROM.
THERIS, WHOSE HANDS WERE CUNNING
THIS BEAST WHICH PREYED ON SHEEP
THUNDERING SEA, WHY IN SAVAGE STORM DID YOU PLUNGE.
TO GLUTTONY AND GUZZLING, THAT FASTIDIOUS GOURMET.
TO PALLAS, THERIS, CUNNING OF HAND, DEDICATED.
WHOEVER THEN ARE YOU? WHOSE WRETCHED BONES ARE THESE.