Entry tags:
xii. written
[ Lucrezia writes in curled letters, more like pictures than text, a little poetry or is it a riddle? ]
πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα χρύσω χρυσοτέρα
[ Meanwhile she is at the laundry room, seated on the floor with her light green gown spread about her. She has both hands on one machine, watching the colors spin through the glass with amazement on her face. Yellows, blues, greens and purples! ]
[ trans.; than the lyre, far sweeter in tone than gold, more golden. ]
πόλυ πάκτιδος ἀδυμελεστέρα χρύσω χρυσοτέρα
[ Meanwhile she is at the laundry room, seated on the floor with her light green gown spread about her. She has both hands on one machine, watching the colors spin through the glass with amazement on her face. Yellows, blues, greens and purples! ]
[ trans.; than the lyre, far sweeter in tone than gold, more golden. ]