Callimachus – Elegy for Heraclitus

Gustave Courtois, Orpheus, 1875 Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus,and it moved me to tears, and I remembered howoften we put the sun to sleepas we were talking.You, my friend from Halicarnassus, lie somewhere,long long ago gone to dust; but your nightingales are living, and Hades who snatches everything will never lay his hand upon them. …

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