If Not, Winter
@sapphobot.bsky.social
fragments from Anne Carson’s translation. run by @maeveynot.bsky.social, pfp by @justchris.bsky.social, banner by Cy Twombly
Moon has set and Pleiades: middle night, the hour goes by, alone I lie.
these things now for my companions I shall sing beautifully
with anger spreading in the chest to guard against a vainly barking tongue
full appeared the moon and when they around the altar took their places
for it is not right in a house of the Muses that there be lament this would not become us
wealth without virtue is no harmless neighbor but a mixture of both attains the height of happiness