A Quote by Callimachus on death, friendship, tears, and world

Someone spoke of your death, Heraclitus. It brought me Tears, and I remembered how often together We ran the sun down with talk . . . somewhere You've long been dust, my Halicarnassian friend. But your Nightingales live on. Though the Death world Claws at everything, it will not touch them.

Callimachus (c. 300 - 240 BC)

Source: The Greek Anthology

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