They brought me word of your death,Heraklieitos, and I wept for youremembering how often we watched the sunsetting as we talked.Dear Halikarnassian friend,you lie elsewhere nowand are mere ashes;yet your songs—your nightingales—will live,and never will the underworld,destroying everything,touch them with its deadly hand.
-Kallimachos
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