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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Homage To Sextus Propertius - VI</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">When, when, and whenever death closes our eyelids,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Moving naked over Acheron<br>Upon the one raft, victor and conquered together,<br>Marius and Jugurtha together,<br>one tangle of shadows.<br>Caesar plots against India,<br>Tigris and Euphrates shall, from now on, flow at his bidding,<br>Tibet shall be full of Roman policemen,<br>The Parthians shall get used to our statuary<br>and acquire a Roman religion;<br>One raft on the veiled flood of Acheron,<br>Marius and Jugurtha together.<br>Nor at my funeral either will there be any long trail,<br>bearing ancestral lares and images;<br>No trumpets filled with my emptiness,<br>Nor shall it be on an Atalic bed;<br>The perfumed cloths shall be absent.<br>A small plebeian procession.<br>Enough, enough and in plenty<br>There will be three books at my obsequies<br>Which I take, my not unworthy gift, to Persephone.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You will follow the bare scarified breast<br>Nor will you be weary of calling my name, nor too weary<br>To place the last kiss on my lips<br>When the Syrian onyx is broken.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">‘He who is now vacant dust<br>'Was once the slave of one passion:'<br>Give that much inscription<br>‘Death why tardily come?'</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">You, sometimes, will lament a lost friend,<br>For it is a custom:<br>This care for past men,</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=391203" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Since Adonis was gored in Idalia, and the Cytharean<br>Ran crying with out-spread hair,<br>In vain, you call back the shade,<br>In vain, Cynthia. Vain call to unanswering shadow,<br>Small talk comes from small bones.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Ezra+Pound">Ezra Pound</a></strong></div>

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