Friday, November 26, 2010
Wednesday, November 24, 2010
Sunday, September 12, 2010
Tuesday, September 07, 2010
Monday, September 06, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Sunday, August 22, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
O, born of the harsh cliff, nourished
by lions, allow yourself to be won over,
I pray, as when fire has been lessened
by clear water, or raging Auster
put to flight by Neptune. For a squadron,
tenacious thanks to Hector’s might,
hems in the Greek forces.
O our light, now quench the fire
of savage anger, through which
the flower of Achaea perish.
Let the cry of the dying, and the
deep-pitched trumpet now remind you
that Lycian spears cannot be sustained
for long, with Phoebus helping (them).
Sunday, July 11, 2010
Thursday, July 08, 2010
Saturday, March 06, 2010
(delivered 3/6/10 at St. Sebastian's Church; Providence RI).
Felīx, nunc exīs ad lītora, prāta beāta,
laetōrum, at nōbīs, quōs meminisse iuvant
dicta facēta tua; studium scriptōribus altum
antīquīs, et amor discipulōrum, etiam
vīvis; et inspīrās; absīs licet, optime Turner,
corpore; nunc animō, docte magister, adēs!
Happily you now travel to the shores of the blessed
but as for us, whom it pleases to remember
your witticisms, your deep passion for the ancient authors,
and your love for your students, for us you still live.
And though, Mr. Turner, you be absent in body
Now in spirit, learned teacher, you are present for us.
Monday, February 15, 2010
Achilles runs alone
in Sapphic meter
fragōsum et sōlum (procul est tubārum
invidus clangor; strepitūsque dīrī)
iam volant āvēs, minitante vōce
clangōrēs fundunt ut Achillis urget
plūmeae cursus aciē fugatque
lītora et salsum pelagus redīre
Along the strand, the lonely strand,
breaking with the crash of waves
(far is the hated trumpets' call;
far the cry of men) Phthian Achilles
The terns flit away, hurling threats
as Achilles' swift onset presses near
then causes them to flee; to Thessaly's
shores and seas he longs to go.
Saturday, January 09, 2010
Against Mountaintop CoalMining, or, Sweet Appalachian Mountain Spring (yet another work in progress).
summa vidēs montis praecīsa, cacūmina dempta,
(pīnūs hīc steterant, crescit ubī lolium)?
umbrōsas sinuit per quercūs flumina rīvus,
squāmeus et lūsit gurgite grex tepidō.
Aspice, nunc latebrās ut compleat ārida arēna...
Do you see the top of the mountain, shorn off,
its majestic heights removed?
Here, pines had stood,
where now the darnel grows.
There, the brook unfolded its streams
between the shadowy oaks,
and the scaly flock played in the warm waters.
Look, how the dry sand now fills their haunts...