Attribute all to the gods.
They pick a man up,
Stretched on the black loam,
And set him on his two feet,
Firm, and then again
Shake solid men until
They fall backward
Into the worst of luck,
Wandering hungry,
Wild of mind.
(It's better to create than destroy what's unnecessary)
Friday, May 2, 2008
Fragment 26
Labels: Archilochos of Paros
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