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Saturday, May 24, 2025
Drying One's Tears
Propertius 3.6.17 (my translation):
Did she dry her wet eyes by pressing wool into them?
...umidaque impressa siccabat lumina lana...
Garbled by Ezra Pound, Homage to Sextus Propertius IV:
Damp wooly handkerchiefs were stuffed into her undryable eyes...