Wash your gullet with wine for the Dog Star returnswith the hear of summer searing a thirsting earth.Cicadas cry softy under high leaves, and pour downshrill song incessantly from under their wings.The artichoke blooms, and women are warm and wanton—but men turn lean and limp for the burning Dog Star parches their brains and knees.
-Alkaios
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