Friend, Ortho of Syracuse gives thee this charge:
Never venture out, drunk, on a wild winter's night.
I did so and died. My possessions were large;
Yet the turf that I'm clad with is strange to me quite.

(C) Jon Corelis Theocritus
03/20/2017


Best Poems of Jon Corelis Theocritus

• Epitaph Of Hipponax
• To Archilochus
• A Statue Of Figwood
• Harvest-home
• The Herdsmen
• Sing Something Sweet
• For A Statue Of Anacreon
• The Battle Of The Bards
• The Death Of Adonis
• Hylas
• For A Tripod Erected By Damoteles To Bacchus
• Idyll Xxx
• The Sorceress
• The Serenade
• To Epicharmus
• The Sweethearts
• The Two Ladies Of Syracuse
• Poor Thyrsus!
• Love Stealing Honey