Archeresses (A.6)

Actaeon torn to pieces by his own hunting dogs
as Artemis turns him into a stag
for an offence against her.

The Fragment…

Never yet
has a barren day’s hunting
sent Actaeon home with abundance of toil
but with empty hands.

In maidens
who are pure of the bed of wedlock,
the glance of their eyes
inclines low from modesty.

I never fail
to take note
of the glittering eye of a young woman
who has tasted man’s company:
my senses are good judges
of that kind of flesh

The dogs were tearing my master to shreds.

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