All the shining perfumes I splashed on my head,
And all the fragrant flowers I wore,
Soon lost their scent.
Everything I put between my teeth
And dropped into my ungrateful belly
Was gone by morning.
The only things I can keep
Came in through my ears.
Callimachus ca. 310-240 BC
In Pure Pagan: Seven Centuries of Greek Poems and Fragments, selected and tranlated by Burton Raffel.
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