Lesbia and her Sparrow, by Sir Edward John Poynter Catullus 83 by Lily Nesvold Lesbia mi praesente viro mala plurima dicit: haec illi fatuo maxima laetitia est. mule, nihil sentis? si nostri oblita taceret, sana esset: nunc quod gannit et obloquitur, non solum meminit, sed, quae multo acrior est res, irata est. hoc est, […]
Translations
The City in Peace
The Shield of Achilles Iliad 18.490-508 by Stephen Jagoe ἐν δὲ δύω ποίησε πόλεις μερόπων ἀνθρώπων καλάς. ἐν τῇ μέν ῥα γάμοι τ’ ἔσαν εἰλαπίναι τε, νύμφας δ’ ἐκ θαλάμων δαί̈δων ὕπο λαμπομενάων ἠγίνεον ἀνὰ ἄστυ, πολὺς δ’ ὑμέναιος ὀρώρει: κοῦροι δ’ ὀρχηστῆρες ἐδίνεον, ἐν δ’ ἄρα τοῖσιν αὐλοὶ φόρμιγγές τε βοὴν ἔχον: αἳ […]
Turpis Fausta
Lesbia and her Sparrow, 1860, artist unknown Turpis Fausta by Lily Nesvold ōdī Faustam tantum, quae (ēn!) habet ōs, sane, turpe. Flaccus dīligit illud monstrum, nescio quārē. taedet mē vītae cum spectō fēminam et illum. omnēs noscunt esse scortum, prō pudor, illam. lector: nē stultē saevam, Iove, cēnsuerīs mē sōdēs. nōn ōdī Faustam vērō, […]
The Hive
by Cate Simons Georgics 4.184-227 Omnibus una quies operum, labor omnibus unus: mane ruunt portis; nusquam mora; rursus easdem vesper ubi e pastu tandem decedere campis admonuit, tum tecta petunt, tum corpora curant; fit sonitus, mussantque oras et limina circum. Post, ubi iam thalamis se composuere, siletur in noctem fessosque sopor suus occupat artus. […]
Bar the Dawn from My Bed
By Alicia Lopez Amores 1.13.1-32, 35-48 Iam super oceanum venit a seniore marito flava pruinoso quae vehit axe diem. “Quo properas, Aurora? mane!—sic Memnonis umbris annua sollemni caede parentet avis! nunc iuvat in teneris dominae iacuisse lacertis; si quando, lateri nunc bene iuncta meo est. nunc etiam somni pingues et frigidus aer, et liquidum […]
Graecia Capta: Catullus and Philodemus
By Mati Davis Catullus 85 Odi et amo. Quare id faciam, fortasse requiris? Nescio sed fieri sentio et excrucior. Hating and loving. You might want to ask why, why do I do this. Ι᾽m at a loss, but it still hurts and I scream out in pain! Philodemus AP 5.131 […]
The King, the Soldier, the Slain
By Sara Chopra Iliad XXIV.477-512 τοὺς δ’ ἔλαθ’ εἰσελθὼν Πρίαμος μέγας, ἄγχι δ’ ἄρα στὰς χερσὶν Ἀχιλλῆος λάβε γούνατα καὶ κύσε χεῖρας δεινὰς ἀνδροφόνους, αἵ οἱ πολέας κτάνον υἷας. ὡς δ’ ὅτ’ ἂν ἄνδρ’ ἄτη πυκινὴ λάβῃ, ὅς τ’ ἐνὶ πάτρῃ φῶτα κατακτείνας ἄλλων ἐξίκετο δῆμον ἀνδρὸς ἐς ἀφνειοῦ, θάμβος δ’ ἔχει εἰσορόωντας, ὣς […]
Snow on the Battlefield
By Cate Simons Iliad XII.278-289 τῶν δ’, ὥς τε νιφάδες χιόνος πίπτωσι θαμειαὶ ἤματι χειμερίῳ, ὅτε τ’ ὤρετο μητίετα Ζεὺς νιφέμεν ἀνθρώποισι πιφαυσκόμενος τὰ ἃ κῆλα: κοιμήσας δ’ ἀνέμους χέει ἔμπεδον, ὄφρα καλύψῃ ὑψηλῶν ὀρέων κορυφὰς καὶ πρώονας ἄκρους καὶ πεδία λωτοῦντα καὶ ἀνδρῶν πίονα ἔργα, καί τ’ ἐφ’ ἁλὸς πολιῆς κέχυται λιμέσιν τε […]
