#Paulus Silentarius

[lionofchaeronea]

On a Statue of a Bacchant at Byzantium

Anthologia Planudea 57 = Paulus Silentiarius (6th cent. CE) It was not Nature, but rather Art That made the Bacchant out of her mind And mingled madness throughout the stone. ἔκφρονα τὴν βάκχην οὐχ ἡ φύσις, ἀλλ᾽ ἡ τέχνη θήκατο, καὶ μανίην ἐγκατέμιξε λίθῳ.

A dancing maenad. Detail from a red-figure skyphos by the painter Python, ca. 330-320 BCE. From Paestum (Poseidonia), Italy; now in the British Museum. Photo credit: © Marie-Lan Nguyen / Wikimedia Commons.

[the-end-of-art]

Hold in that word with a wrench

241. [“Farewell” is on my tongue]

By Paulus Silentarius

 “Farewell” is on my tongue, but I

Hold in the word with a wrench

And still abide near thee. For I

Shudder at this horrid parting as

At the bitter night of hell. Indeed

Thy light is like the daylight; but

That is mute, while thou bringest

Me that talk, sweeter than the

Sirens, on which all my soul’s

Hopes hang.

[windsweptlassie]

a poem that gives me big Terror vibes: 241. [“Farewell” is on my tongue] by Paulus Silentarius

[fortuneflux]

For I swore I would stay a year away from her; out and alas! but with break of day I went to make supplication. -- Paulus Silentarius, c. 540 A.D.

[fortuneflux]

For I swore I would stay a year away from her; out and alas! but with break of day I went to make supplication. -- Paulus Silentarius, c. 540 A.D.

[fortuneflux]

For I swore I would stay a year away from her; out and alas! but with break of day I went to make supplication. -- Paulus Silentarius, c. 540 A.D.