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.

	Hōra diēī prīmula vixdum frīgida luxit cum piget hōrologī nōstrōs tardōs crepitandō. Fēmina, fēlēs perdormiscunt, strāgula cēdō. Angustum trāns andrōnem errō, istīc lavor ut nōn
5	crīnēs pernōdōsus et hālitum odōrior essem. Somniculōsā surrectūrā, palla cubīlis rursus in uncillum exuitur. Vestēs solitātōs, quī mihi (nē caream satis ordinis atque negōtī) induerendī sunt, sūmō dē sēde gerōque.
10	Sī tempus superest, edimus; sīque hōra secunda nōndum deinde acta est, ā nōbīs prandia nostra compōnuntur. Ad omniferum carrum atque labōrem, per vīcōs, ē vīcīnō, proficiscor eācum.

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, quā 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.

	Lūdit amāta pilā, sed eam spectāre vetat me, lūdere ineptē sē nē videam metuit. scrībere nōn semper possum. Quōquōmodo spectō. Ēn pila rēticulō quassa iterum atque iterum est!
5	Quærit nunc animum num forte adverterer actum. Tōtō absurda meō pectore amāta 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.