Eugène Delacroix: Ovid among the Scythians (1859)
ut tetigi Pontum, uexant insomnia, uixque
ossa tegit macies nec iuuat ora cibus
Since I arrived
in Otherworld
I can’t sleep
anymore
I’ve starved myself
until my skin’s
like parchment
flaking off
like autumn leaves
my mind’s the same
it all comes down
to one defect
the wrong address
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