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Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz), Book 1, Prologue poem, addressed to Tullus (search)
See poems 6, 14, and 22.
MILANIONsuccessful suitor of Atalanta.
ATALANTAskilled hunter who lived in Arcadia, extremely swift of foot. According to the well-known version (not mentioned by P.), Atalanta challenges her suitors to a race; whoever should first defeat her gets to marry her. Milanion wins by dropping some golden apples in the path, which Atalanta cannot resist stopping to pick up.
HYLAEUSa centaur who attacked Atalanta.
MEDEA'S STREAMSMedea was a sorcerer from Cytaea in Colchis, on the Black Sea.
Cynthia was the first. She caught me with her eyes, a fool
who had never before been touched by desires.
I really hung my head in shame
when Love pressed down on it with his feet.
He taught me to hate chaste girls!
He was cruel when he told me to live without plan.
It's already been a whole year that the frenzy hasn't stopped.
Even now, the gods are against me.
Milanion wasn't afraid of anything, Tullus,
when he crushed hard Atalanta's savagery.
He wandered mad in Par
Sextus Propertius, Elegies (ed. Vincent Katz), Book 1, Addressed to Gallus (search)
or the Anio's wave touches your feet,
whether you stroll on the Gigantean coast's shore,
on the wandering welcome of the stream, wherever,
always be on the lookout for ravenous Nymphs' attacks on him
(love isn't weaker for Italian Hadryades).
Don't insist on trekking to hard mounts and
frigid rock, Gallus, or to unexplored lakes:
Hercules wept by the untameable Ascanius
when he came wandering to foreign shores.
They say the Argo set off from the port at Pagasa
to make the long journey to Colchis;
already the gliding raft has crossed the Hellespont's waves
and has come ashore on Mysian rocks.
Here, the band of heroes, standing on the calm shore,
covers a coast decorated in lush foliage.
But the unconquered youth's companion has gone
beyond, to seek fresh water from a hidden spring.
Two brothers follow him, Aquilonian seed,
Zetes is above him and above him Calais,
standing with hands poised to snatch kisses,
to smother him with kisses, one at a time.
He hangs beneath a high wing, hi