Love is Latin

The origin of Man is SheWho with her lovely feetBreathed life into our veins and nervesAnd made our limbs completeShe says her Love is Latin—And she believes in Love When minds are gripped with fire and flameAnd ancient towers fallenA shepherd in a land of yoreYields all to its callingHe says his Love is Latin—And … Continue reading Love is Latin

Last night, I dreamt of Venice…

A liberal translation of Virgil's Eclogue I. Two Venetians, Giorgio and Francesco, reminisce and realise. GiorgioThere you are! Lying on your rowing boat, enjoying a shaded leisure by your favourite piazza while you strum your guitar, a laid-back melody of foreign origin. Me? I am being forced to flee this place, to move on and never … Continue reading Last night, I dreamt of Venice…

Invocation to the Gods

A translation of Virgil's Aeneid, Book VI, Lines 264 to 267 You gods, who have power over souls, tacit shadows, Chaos, the Styx, and all those silent spaces of the dark night; grant it to me to speak of the things I have heard and to reveal with your blessing knowledge submerged in the gloomy underworld … Continue reading Invocation to the Gods