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Callimachus of Cyrene (c. 310 BC c. 240 BC) was a Greek poet, critic and bibliographer, of Libyan birth.
He is considered the most influential figure of the Alexandrian school.
He wrote this poem in memory of his friend Heraclitus.

(Note: this is not Heraclitus of Ephesus whose philosophy is well known and who famously said  
"πάντα χωρε κα οδν μένει" κα "δς ς τν ατν ποταμν οκ ν μβαίης"
"Everything changes and nothing remains still ... and ... you cannot step twice into the same stream"
and, or course, "πάντα ε " ("all things flow"),
but this Heraclitus of Halicarnassos was clearly a poet of great distinction himself, sadly unknown now,
apart from the mention in this poem)

Επ τις, ρκλειτε, τεν μρον ς δ με δκρυ
    γαγεν μνσθην δ σσκις μφτεροι
λιον λσχ κατεδσαμεν. λλ σ μν που,
    ξεν λικαρνησε, τετρπαλαι σποδι,
α δ τεα ζουσιν ηδνες, σιν πντων
    ρπακτς δης οκ π χερα βαλε.

Someone told me of your death, Heraclitus, and it moved me to tears,
when I remembered how often the sun set on our talking.
And you, my Halicarnassian friend, lie somewhere, gone long long ago to dust;
but they live, your Nightingales, on which Hades who seizes all shall not lay his hand.
(translation by W. R. Paton)

2 millennia later, William Johnson Cory, 1823-92 wrote this version of the poem

They told me, Heraclitus, they told me you were dead;
They brought me bitter news to hear and bitter tears to shed;
I wept, as I remembered, how often you and I
Had tired the sun with talking, and sent him down the sky.

And now that thou art lying, my dear old Carian guest,
A handful of grey ashes, long, long ago at rest,
Still are thy pleasant voices, thy nightingales, awake;
For Death, he taketh all away, but them he cannot take.

... and this was set to music by Charles Villiers Stanford.


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