something borrowed
Back in the land of fresh air, I already find myself in the clammy security of routine, but while it's a little too familiar to earn my affections, it is nice to be back in some respects.
No signs of mega-jet-lag, with a full night's sleep through to this morning, but I have been a wee bit drowsy for most of the day, which makes sense whether taken as the result of 28 hours of very little by way of sleep, or the 8 hour shift in timezone. Too jaded now to write anything substantial, I'll leave you with a Greek translation of mild gaïety. My, those Greeks knew liberty.
but a boy that, once within my
arms, is eager for his fate
and straightaway ready to abandon
every shame, I also hate
preferring one that knows the way to
give himself and not to give,
restrained yet passionate, neither shamed
nor too inflamed by acts of love
- Strato. xii. 200 -
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I remember that Strato; biggest queen in the bar and attitude you could cut with a knife.
Hope you enjoyed your holiday! Looking forward to my holiday to your side of the pond at the end of May/beginning of June.
Ciao Stairs e bentornato! Great poem, it brings back a lot of high school memories (good and bad)...