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by Brett Rutherford
after Meleager, The Greek Anthology, vii, 79
“So then, you have read my book.
That’s nice to know, but why
come here with all these questions?
Look here, I need not explain
to blockheads what I mean
when I say a simple thing.” —
“But
who
are you to be taken a priori?” —
“I wrote the thing.
Heraclitus I am. I point
the finger at change and Chaos.
What would you have me prove?
Ask not the name of my teacher.
I worked on wisdom alone,
and no god helped.
“My mind and thought were found
sufficient to serve
my countrymen. Such words
that came almost unbidden
from brow to lip were harsh.” —
“Too harsh, some say —”
“I even upbraided my sire,
an evil man he was.” —
“But a father should be honored.
He brought you up, after all.” —
“Get lost. The young, knowing
no better, obey. When reason
comes, the son perceives
a toad for what it is.
I spat as I crossed
that threshold one last time.
May their hearth be extinguished!” —
“Such talk offends the gods.” —
“And so they punish me with fools,
and long life in a Persian rat-trap.
Worse shall you hear, stranger,
if you keep pestering.” —
“Good-bye, then, grump.
I came with a letter, and gold.
I shall seek another tutor.”—
“A tutor, eh? Fine jest
it was, to send you to me.
If you wish to be wise,
then stay away from me,
or, better yet, Ephesus flee!”
