Anyte: A Hellenistic Greek Poet
We have too little of the perhaps vast amounts of poetry Anyte wrote. And we know little too about her. She lived, we think, around 300 BCE in the town of Tegea, north of Sparta (an hour's drive today). In Tegea, there was a famed temple of Athena Alea, where the local goddess Alea and Athena were worshipped as one.
I use the numbering of Anyte's poems from A.S.F. Gow and D.L. Page's Cambridge 1965 publication, The Greek Anthology: Hellenistic Epigrams, Vol. 1, Introduction and Text. I follow their ancient Greek text as well unless otherwise noted below.
Anyte Poem 1
Stand where you are, Spear, your cherry wood, hard, killed many;
you don’t have to drip death anymore from your bronze tip
but now high in Athena’s marbled home you can
show everyone the man-ness of the Cretan Echekratidas.
Ἕσταθι τᾷδε, κράνεια βροτοκτόνε, μηδ᾽ ἔτι λυγρόν
χάλκεον ἀμφ᾽ ὄνυχα στάζε φόνον δαΐων,
ἀλλ᾽ ἀνὰ μαρμάρεον δόμον ἡμένα αἰπὺν Ἀθάνας,
ἄγγελλ᾽ ἀνορέαν Κρητὸς Ἐχεκρατίδα.
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Hellenistic History

Anyte: A Hellenistic Poet - Hellenistic History

During the Hellenistic period, which starts at the death of Alexander the Great in 323 BCE, Greek poetry flourished in new directions. It reflected on the natural, physical landscape in ways Greek poetry had not before. The rise of pastoral poetry – poems about the idealized shepherd reflecting on nature – can be attributed to

Anyte Poem 2
Eriaspidas’s son, Cleubotos, from the broad plains of Tegea,
gives this iron caldron, big enough for an ox, to Athena as a gift.
Aristoteles from Cleitor, named after his father, made it.
Βουχανδὴς ὁ λέβης: ὁ δὲ θεὶς Ἐριασπίδα υἱός
Κλεύβοτος, ἁ πάτρα δ᾽ εὐρύχορος Τεγέα·
τάθάνᾳ δὲ τὸ δῶρον, Ἀριστοτέλης δ᾽ ἐπόησεν
Κλειτόριος, γενέτᾳ ταὐτὸ λαχὼν ὄνομα.
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Anyte Poem 3
To curly-haired Pan and the grotto Nymphs,
the herdsman Theudotos gave
this gift , here at the entrance of the cave,
because they, when he was greatly fatigued
from the relentless summer heat, offered him relief,
reaching out with their hands to give him water, sweet as wine.
Φριξοκόμᾳ τόδε Πανὶ καὶ αὐλιάσιν θέτο Νύμφαις
δῶρον ὑπὸ σκοπιᾶς Θεύδοτος οἰονόμος,
οὕνεχ᾽ ὑπ᾽ ἀζαλέου θέρεος μέγα κεκμηῶτα
παῦσαν ὀρέξασαι χερσὶ μελιχρὸν ὕδωρ.
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Anyte Poem 4
(For the Greek text here, I use Alexander Sens's text from his Hellenistic Epigrams: A Selection, Cambridge 2020)
You died young, Proarchos, putting your father's house,
Pheidas, deep in a dark state of sorrow:
but above you now a gravestone sings beautifully these words,
how you died fighting for the country you loved.
ἥβαν μὲν σύ, Πρόαρχ᾽, ὄλεσας, καὶ δώματα πατρὸς
Φειδία ἐν δνοφερῶι πένθει ἔθου φθίμενος·
ἀλλὰ καλόν τοι ὕπερθεν ἔπος τόδε πέτρος ἀείδει,
ὡς ἔθανες πρὸ φίλας μαρνάμενος πατρίδος.
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Anyte Poem 5
So often Kleina wailed here at this tomb, sad to see,
a mother for her child, loved and taken too soon;
she'd call out to her daughter's soul, Philainis,
who crossed Acheron's dark waters before she even married.
πολλάκι τῷδ᾽ ὀλοφυδνὰ κόρας ἐπὶ σάματι Κλείνα
μάτηρ ὠκύμορον παῖδ᾽ ἐβόασε φίλαν,
ψυχὰν ἀγκαλέουσα Φιλαινίδος, ἃ πρὸ γάμοιο
χλωρὸν ὑπὲρ ποταμοῦ χεῦμ᾽ Ἀχέροντος ἔβα.
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