Dead Thrushes Poem by Nicarchus

Dead Thrushes



The birds of Stymphalus
Vexed not so the Arcadians,
As those dead thrushes vexed me
With their dry bones,
Very harpies,
Ten of them,
A dry drachma's worth.
Out on you, wretched creatures,
True bats of the fields.

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