With only words about perfect Patroklos to go on,
his sculptor will always see something to touch up.
The marble of his gorgeous Kaisarion has gone yellow.
He can't get Scipio quite right.
He won't be sending off his Poseidon in a hurry either -
'his' horses must appear to be galloping in air.
He can only show you one perfect piece -
his Young Hermes aka Not For Release.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem