Elegiac Poem on the Subject of Global Warming: Work-in-Progress.
quot iaciat fumos quantos ferat aethera ad altum
longum iter ecficiens navis onusta bonis?
Are we unaware of how many different vapors and how thick
a ship burdened with expensive goods
casts to the high heavens, as it completes its long journey?
Dulcia carpebant omnia quaeque suis
Temporibus; nec iam didicit mare ducere salsum
Silvosas suboles in sua freta rates.
They would pick all the sweet fruits
In their seasons, nor had the salty main
yet learned to draw the woodsy offspring,
ships, onto its straits.