Canonical Works
The Sacred Texts are the central documents
around which this website has been built, and have been posted
with pride by S.R.W. (Paleographer). Start anywhere.
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These hundred and ten most holy epistles
By brave Antinous himself were writ.
To beauteous Lysicles each be addressed;
Their sad separation consoled by it.
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The train of Hadrian has come and gone,
Tho' lingering Gryllus
is not yet done:
Availed of two loves, he instead picks One,
And circling above, Zeus shadows the sun.
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Each bathhouse emblazon devoutly depicts
A mighty Epistle that elsewhere awakes.
Each frames and distills from the text a flash
Whose frescoed flesh a new memory makes.
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What anguish rules when dogs do growl
for good,
Whose hungry thoughts demand the self to serve?
In Gryllus howls the flesh of idol'd boys,
For idle spirits atrophied of nerve!
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'Tis here set Corda's unrequired love;
The scrapbook summons of a nuptial night:
Brave Antinous to his new-wed friend -
As happy and heartbroke as she to his right.
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'Tis the eve of Pater Patriae;
Favorinus shall Hadrian's guests enthrall.
Yet none is prepared for the tack he takes,
To sell the king on a favourite ball!
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These warm vignettes - regrets of Vitalis
Ta'en by the gods too soon - be true to form.
They pulse with a proud, immediate moment,
Unhitched from any historical storm.
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Year four of Olympiad two-two-six
(CCXXVI to the locals),
Discovers athletic poetics and play,
Whose orals and anals acclaim the vocals!
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'Twas an artist by Hadrian chosen
For Antinous to serve with pleasure.
Yet volleys of trust, trial, and long-lost loves
Brought Alex instead to destiny's treasure!
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In the sunset days of Hadrian's rule
He calls to his side its inheritor.
His aim - to all acquaint with a favoured face -
Transfashions each to Antinoan debtor.
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Disparate, deliberate poesies;
Musings of a nameless, wandering mind:
These little gems - psalms of aimless expression -
Say nothing more than what in them we find.
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The lectured lessons of good Arkamedes
To the ages echo their ancient skill:
They sing of a love by inquiries led,
Whose great benevolence nourishes still.
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