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Latin Poetry by Marc Moskowitz

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Disticha Diurna
Daily Couplets

Pridie Id. Aug. MCMXCIX distichon fortuito in verbo quotidie scribere coepi.
On August 12, 1999 I started writing a couplet on a random word every day.


prid. Id. Aug. MCMXCIX

Ictus amīciter actus acūtulum adest epigramma.
  Tūta potestās est. Quārē igitur trepidās?

In a Friendly Way

August 12, 1999

A blow placed in a friendly way, here is the somewhat subtle epigram.
  Your power is safe. So why are you shaking?



Stant humilēs sine præsidiīs et dīvite cōram.
  "Certē," inquit dīvēs. "Arvum idem id est quod arō."

Humble, Low, or Earthy

August 13, 1999

The humble stand without protections and in front of the rich man.
  "Of course," says the rich man. "It's the same soil that I plow."


a.d.xviii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Phōca natat per
aquam, nitet æquor et
unda recēdit.
  Stāt præ lītore pēs.
  Calx in harēnam iniit.


August 15, 1999

A seal swims through the
water, the surface shines and
a wave falls away.
  A foot stands on the shore.
  The heel has entered the sand.


a.d.xvii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Orpheus Eurydicæ: "Nostra Plūtōnia fāta
  nīl mūtāre potest." Eurydicē: "Valeās."

August 16, 1999

Orpheus to Eurydice: "Our Plutonian fates
  nothing can change." Eurydice: "Fare well."


a.d. xvi Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Arcis inānis moenia flent trāns Marmora cædem;
  Ūnā nunc horrent mortua mille diē.

Empty or Lifeless

August 17, 1999

The walls of the empty citadel weep for the slaughter across the Marmora;
  They shudder now at a thousand dead in one day.


a.d. xv Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Mox exordior inde per āerem egomet sine somnō
  ad longinqua loca. Stāre volō, nec agī.

To Begin

August 18, 1999

Soon I set out from there, I without sleep
  to faraway places. I wish to stay, not to be driven.


a.d. xiv Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Ēnupsisse pater dīcis Lūcīliam amātō.
  Nōnne etiam gaudēs? Jūlia eam futuit.

To Marry Out Of Her Rank

August 19, 1999

When Lucilia married her beloved, you, her father, said she married beneath her.
  Even now you're not rejoicing? Julia's screwing her.


a.d. xiii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Dēlectus semper est, hodierna an disticha pangam.
  Hoc nōn conficiam. Dīmidium satis est.


August 20, 1999

There is always a choice, whether I write today's couplets.
  I won't finish this one. Half is enough.


a.d. xii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Gæa sitella fuit, pariter sortēs tibi dātæ;
  Lætīs iam captīs, quid manet in spatiō?

Lottery Urn

August 21, 1999

Earth has been a lottery jar, the lots given to you equally,
  Now that the happy ones have been taken, what remains in the space?


a.d. x Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Vasta tacēns terra splendet, quae nēmine vīsast.
  Mūle, ineāmus agrum. Nōs, age! monstra vocant.


August 23, 1999

A vast silent land shines, which has been seen by no one.
  Mule, let's enter the field. The monsters (get going!) call us.


a.d. ix Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Pervolgant celebrum rēs gestās nuntia vestra;
  Nuntia quī narrās, hīs ita fīs celeber.

To Make Public

August 24, 1999

Your news makes public the deeds of the famous;
  You who tell the news, with this you are thus made famous.


a.d. viii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Offulget Beccæ per vēlum sōl; ea dormit.
  Experrecta fiat, cum bene versum habeō.

To Shine Upon

August 25, 1999

The sun shines on Becca through the curtains; she sleeps.
  Let her be awakened, when I have this verse well in hand.


a.d. vii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Sævit Erīnys. Adest aliquis quī peccat in omne.
  Sed dubitat quis sit. Quisque senātor abest.


August 26, 1999

The Fury rages. There is someone here who sins in all things.
  But she is unsure who it is. Every senator is absent.


a.d. vi Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Hōra recūrābit quod alunt medicāmina nulla;
  Nōn ipse ægrōtō. Sed properantia? Sīc.

To Restore To Health

August 27, 1999

An hour restores what no medicines nourish;
  I myself am not sick. But my hurry? Yes.


a.d. iii Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Ingressī terrās numquam legiōnibus ictās
  Hinnit mūlus "avē" dum nova mīra hiō.

To Enter, Step Into

August 30, 1999

Having entered lands never struck by legions,
  The mule neighs "hey" while I gape at new wonders.


Prid. Kal. Sep. MCMXCIX

Anna reclīnat sē tantum ut graviter cadit Anna.
  Circumstant cīvēs. Sunt subitō profugī.

To Lean

August 31, 1999

Anna leans so far that Anna falls down hard.
  Citizens stand around. They are suddenly homeless.



"Cūr intervolitās, Ō blatta, macellaque vexās?"
  "Hīc quod emis cārē, tū ecce! libenter edō."

To Flit About

September 1, 1999

"Why do you flit about, O cockroach, and bother the markets?"
  "What you buy dearly here, look! I happily eat."


a.d. iv Non. Sep. MCMXCIX

Surrūfam lūcem quæ dē furnō nitet ōdī.
  Nōn quod cygnus sum, sed quia pistor eram.


September 2, 1999

I hate the reddish light that shines from the oven.
  Not because I am a swan, but because I used to be a baker.


a.d. iii Non. Sep. MCMXCIX

Sat Venusīnus amor sermōnēs scrībere magnōs.
  Scrībere sīc cūpīs. Nōnne es eundus eō?

Of Venusia, Home of Horace

September 3, 1999

The Venusian passion suffices to write great satires.
  You wish to write thus. Shouldn't you go there?


prid. Non. Sep. MCMXCIX

Sculptilis ardeola stābit præ līmine semper.
  Cum ruerint portæ, nōnne volāre volet?


September 4, 1999

The carved heron will stand forever in front of the threshold.
  When the doors will have fallen, will it not wish to fly?


a.d. vii Id. Sep. MCMXCIX: Pro Magistra Ellen Schwartz

Nunc ēnascitur æstātī gravidī novus infāns;
  Ēius mēns surget dum recidet viride.

To Be Born Out Of

September 7, 1999

Now a new infant is born out of the pregnant summer.
  Its mind will rise as the green falls back.


a.d. vi Id. Sep. MCMXCIX

Versus in Atlantam Shermānam aciem bene struxit.
  Urbs quam dux ussit fūmiferast iterum.


September 8, 1999

In towards Atlanta Sherman's battle line he drew up well.
  The city the general burned is smoky again.


a.d. v Id. Sep. MCMXCIX

Aurītī sceleris sit fābula reddita sæpe;
  Quisque benignus homō clāde suā fruitur.


September 9, 1999

May the tale of the long-eared scoundrel be told again often;
  Every kind-hearted man enjoys his fall.


a.d. iv Id. Sep. MCMXCIX

Nupsit, amat, comitat; nōn est mihi cārior ullum.
  Grātia dicta quod est fēmina tanta mihi!

To Marry

September 10, 1999

She married, she loves, she accompanies; nothing is dearer to me.
  Thanks are said because such a woman is mine!



Galla cinīflō fit, quæ cincinnōs prius ōdit.
  Mūtāvit quæ rēs? Follica gesta Zizou.


September 13, 1999

Galla becomes a hair-curler, who used to hate curled hair.
  What thing changed? The ball-playing deed of Zizou.


a.d. xviii Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Tam saturōs vestēs gessistī, sīcuti dīvēs.
  Nuncne Nemausī sunt? Mūtua tū mihi da.


September 14, 1999

You wore such rich clothes, as if you were rich.
  Now they're denim? Give me a loan.


a.d. xvii Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Ex phylacā serpis, quotiens tē vincula claudunt.
  Tē tam sollertem cūr capiunt vigilēs?


September 15, 1999

You creep out of jail each time the manacles enclose you.
  If you're so clever, why do the police catch you?


a.d. xvi Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Verba Quirīnī sīc: Colit heu dīvōs aliōs urbs.
  Nōn hæ Rōma meast. Rectius esset Hiems.

September 16, 1999

The words of Quirinus are thus: Alas, the city worships other gods.
  This is not my Rome. More correctly would it be Jeers.


a.d. xv Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Quæ sōlācia sunt mihi cum sine rēte labōrō?
  Mente modo placidā pergere quidquid agō.


September 17, 1999

What solaces are there for me when I work without a safety net?
  Only, with a calm mind, to continue what I do.


a.d. xii Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Corda gelāre solent, nihilōminus, omnia pulsant.
  Nullum vīvit cor. Sæcula pulsuum erunt.

To Freeze

September 20, 1999

Hearts tend to freeze, nevertheless, they all beat.
  No heart lives. The ages will belong to the beats.


a.d. ix Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Quam mūlīna volant per cælīs hīs nova monstra!
  Ūnā umbrā ā nōbīs hōra peracta fuit.


September 23, 1999

What mulish new wonders fly through these skies!
  An hour had been passed by us in one shadow.


a.d. vi Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Dēgenerārī par monet atque favōre cadendī.
  Fāmam acquīrere sīc; mittere idem decora est.

To Disgrace

September 26, 1999

To be disgraced, warns of falling, the equal of favor.
  Thus to acquire fame; to lose honors is the same.


a.d. iv Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Sīgēī propriī tacitum iacet omne cadāver.
  Sub gradibus nostrīs corpora quot quatimus?

September 28, 1999

Every corpse lies silent in its own Sigeum.
  How many bodies do we shake under our steps?


a.d. iii Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Hæ xērampelinæ dūræ sunt, nōn modo pulchræ.
  Sanguen quō emptæ sunt pingue colōre latet.

Dark Red Clothes

September 29, 1999

These dark red clothes are long-lasting, not just beautiful.
  The blood with which they are bought hides in the fat color.


prid. Kal. Oct. MCMXCIX

Sētia vīnum det, sit cervisia ēdita Prāgæ.
  Atlantæ pōtūs omnis ubīque bibit.

September 30, 1999

Let Setia give wine, let beer be given out in Prague.
  The drinks of Atlanta, everyone drinks everywhere.



Incrēvī pollen. quō fēcī crustula vestra.
  Nunc hoc tūtus aiō: musca reperta volat.

To Sift

October 1, 1999

I sifted the flower with which I made your cookies.
  Now I can say this safely: the fly I found still flies.


a.d. iii Non. Oct. MCMXCIX

Æstīvāvimus hīc. Glaciē fugitus fuit ardor.
  Frīgore perventō, strāgula nunc gerimus.

To Pass the Summer

October 5, 1999

We were her this summer. The heat was fled with ice.
  Now that the cold has arrived, we wear our blankets.


prid. Non. Oct. MCMXCIX

Dulcēdō nostra, præbēmus at omnia spernis.
  Quænam dōna cupīs? Quot moritūra, Kalī?


October 6, 1999

Our sweetness, we offer but you spurn everything.
  What gifts do you desire? How many will die, Kali?



Cantat anas carmen quod vult hoc significāre:
  Nōlī obstāre viæ! Vīsitor urbis eat!

To Keep Singing

October 7, 1999

The duck keeps singing a song that means this:
  Don't stand in the way! Let the tourist pass!


a.d. v Id. Oct. MCMXCIX

Per tenebrās gradior, tūsus, cæcus, sine virgā.
  Impavidē pergam. Ecce facem, gladium!


October 9, 1999

I step through shadows, buffeted, blind, without a staff.
  Undaunted, I will press on. Behold my torch and sword!


prid. Id. Oct. MCMXCIX

Conscius ēsuriō; placuit mihi somnia nūper.
  Somnia non satiant. Esse cibōs opus est.


October 14, 1999

Aware, I hunger; my dreams recently pleased me.
  Dreams do not satisfy. There is a need to eat food.


a.d. xii Kal. Nov. MCMXCIX

Sexennis nescit patriam sine Præside nostrō.
  Quid censet dē mē quō ita creātus is est?


October 21, 1999

The six-year-old does not know a country without our President.
  What does she think of me, by whom he was elected?


a.d. x Kal. Nov. MCMXCIX

Dēfensōs hostēs dictās nōn esse perīclum.
  Sī vērum crēdis, cūr galeātus adhūc?

Fought Off

October 23, 1999

You keep saying that the enemy that has been fought off is not a threat.
  If you truly believe it, why are you still helmeted?


a.d. vii Kal. Nov. MCMXCIX

Æ ra Myrōn sculpsit, sed nunc sua sāxa vidēmus..
  Pacta volūmina sīc cōdicibus legimus.

October 26, 1999

Myron sculpted bronzes, but now we see his stone statues.
  In the same way we read written scrolls in folded books.



Interfectrix es flōrum, pictrix foliōrum.
  Vulnera eæ purgās et bene dormit ea.


November 1, 1999

You are the killer of flowers, the painter of leaves.
  You clean her wounds and she sleeps well.


prid. Non. Nov. MCMXCIX

Explōrātōrēs iēiūnī ingentia terrent.
  Tam fortēs minimōs mollia magna timent.


November 4, 1999

The hungry explorers frighten the giants.
  Large soft things fear such bold tiny ones.


a.d. iii Id. Nov. MCMXCIX

Plūmōsīs manibus lacerat fēlēsculus ædēs.
  Sed foveāmus eum. Omnia vincit amor.


November 11, 1999

The kitten tears up the house with feathery paws.
Yet we cherish him. Love conquers all.


a.d.xvi Kal. Dec. MCMXCIX
November 16, 1999

Sint laudēs tibi, salve līberātor!
Duxistī famulōs erōs necāre.
Nunc fortēs peditēs tuōs salūtant,
Altīs in crucibus suīs fidēlēs.


Praises be yours, unharmed liberator!
You led the slaves to slay their masters.
Now your brave footsoldiers give salute,
Faithful on their own high crosses.


a.d. xiv Kal. Dec. MCMXCIX

Quās incōgitat archimagus censōrius artēs?
  Quæ mundum faciant ut liber eius ait.

To Think Up

November 18, 1999

What arts does the stern archmage think up?
  Ones that will make the world as his book says.


prid. Kal. Dec. MCMXCIX

Mithram sī victor Milvī Pontis coluisset,
  Jāne, Kalendīs hīs quōmodo terrueris?

Mithras, Persian Sun God

November 30, 1999

If the victor of the Milvian Bridge had worshipped Mithras,
  Janus, how would you scare us with these Kalends?



Cōmoedus P. tibī s.
"S. P. Q. Mex.
Tēmet V d. manēre quærunt.
$ modo solve MC!"

Pablo, un actor, te saluda.
"La república y el pueblo de México
quisiéramos que nos visitases cinco días.
¡Sólo cuesta mil cien dólares!"

P. (abbreviation for Publius)

December 1, 1999

Pablo, an actor, greets you.
"The Republic and People of Mexico
want you to come for a 5-day stay
At a cost of only eleven hundred dollars!"


a.d. iii Non. Dec. MCMXCIX

Interdant aliīs, sed habet sē patria pēius.
  "Nōnne pecūnia sat? Commoda vīta placet!"

To Give Occasionally

December 3, 1999

They give occasionally to others, but their country fares worse.
  "Isn't money enough? The convenient life is pleasing!"


a.d. vi. Kal. MM

Mūre modestō mē perturbābās, male fēlēs.
  Sīc tractāre domī corpora nōn soleō.


December 27, 2000

You perturbed me with a simple mouse, bad cat.
  I am not accustomed to handle bodies thus at home.


a.d. vii Id. Jan. MM

Ēdictīs quibus est nātūra altissima rērum
  condita? Nescīmus. Nōn, pie Paule, tuīs.


January 6, 2000

With what edicts was the deepest nature of things
  founded? We don't know. Not, pious Paul, with yours.


a.d. iv Id. Feb. MM

Cūr ignōminia est ā lucrō vīvere līber?
  Est sine lōrō sīc crīmen adesse canis.


February 9, 2000

Why is it a disgrace to live free of money?
  Thus is it a crime to be a dog without a leash.

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