Friday, August 17, 2007

Tempus fugit

"...Ut varias usus meditando extunderet artis paulatim. ..."
Translation: Practice and thought might gradually forge many an art.
From Georgics, Book I, line 133 by Virgil


"...For a moment I am a prisoner
of the poem I am writing.
There must be an exit. ..."

From "The Starlings" by Jesper Svenbro
Translated by John Matthias and Lars-HÃ¥kan Svensson


Jon said...

The ages of human kind in a rose bush: youth/that middle age whose extent lengthens as we age/the withering end. But where are the thorns?

lowenkopf said...

Non sum qualis eram bonae sub regno Lori

Willie Baronet said...

Always reminds me of mom... sigh.

MjM said...

I'd say the blush is definitely off the rose here.

Goodbye summer...

chris miller said...

An important message for crones of all genders.

Maybe this one should go in your greatest hits album ?