Poesis Latina A Marco Moskowitz scripta
Latin Poetry by Marc Moskowitz

Poemata Domestica
Domestic Poems

Poemata haec de vita mea tractant.
These poems deal with my life.

Systema: hexameter dactylicus
Hexametri de mane meum.

	Hôra diêî prîmula vixdum frîgida luxit cum piget hôrologî nôstrôs tardôs crepitandô. Fêmina, fêlês perdormiscunt, strâgula cêdô. Angustum trâns andrônem errô, istîc lavor ut nôn
5	crînês pernôdôsus et hâlitum odôrior essem. Somniculôsâ surrectûrâ, palla cubîlis rursus in uncillum exuitur. Vestês solitâtôs, quî mihi (nê caream satis ordinis atque negôtî) induerendî sunt, sûmô dê sêde gerôque.
10	Sî tempus superest, edimus; sîque hôra secunda nôndum deinde acta est, â nôbîs prandia nostra compônuntur. Ad omniferum carrum atque labôrem, per vîcôs, ê vîcînô, proficiscor eâcum.

This is a poem about my morning, in dactylic hexameter.

	The cold first hour of the day has scarcely come to light when the clock vexes us, the sluggish ones, with its noisemaking. The woman, the cat, they keep on sleeping, I let them have the covers. I wander across the narrow hallway, I wash there so that
5	my hair won't be tangled, nor my breath overly fragrant. The sleepy one is about to rise, so the bedclothes get taken off back onto their little hook. My over-accustomed clothes, which, lest I lack sufficient class and business, I must put on, I take from their place and wear.
10	If there is time, we eat; if the second hour has not then passed, our lunches by us are assembled. To the all-carrying cart and work, through the quarters of the city and out of the neighborhood, I set out with her.

Systema: elegia

Permagna hispida vox, quâ personitante repertus
est semper questus Perseos, heu! periit.

Perseus feles in domus familiae meae erat. XVII annos habens mortuus est Augusto mense anno MCMXCVII.

The great hairy voice, by which resounding was carried forth
Always the complaint of Perseus, (woe!) has perished.

Perseus was a cat in my childhood home, who died in August 1997 at the age of 17.

	Lûdit amâta pilâ, sed eam spectâre vetat me, lûdere ineptê sê nê videam metuit. scrîbere nôn semper possum. Quôquômodo spectô. Ên pila rêticulô quassa iterum atque iterum est!
5	Quærit nunc animum num forte adverterer actum. Tôtô absurda meô pectore amâta mea.

	My beloved plays ball, but forbids me to watch her, She fears that I might see her play inexpertly. I can't always write. I watch anyway. Behold, the ball is smashed again and again with the racket!
5	Now she asks if I happened to notice that last deed. This illogical one, beloved with all my heart.