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CRAFTSMAN OF CRATERS I sit and muse. Desires and senses In this crater of pure silver - made for the household of Heracleides, in which good taste prevails in abundance - note the elegant flowers, and streams, and thyme, and at the centre I have set a fair youth, naked, seductive; one of his legs still in the water. - I begged you, o memory, to be my prized assistant that I might fashion just as it was the face of the youth I loved. The task proved considerable for some fifteen years have passed since the day he fell, a soldier, in the defeat at Magnesia. |