Arther Rimbaud: Complete works by Schmidt, Paul
(Of course, made me think of Sergei.)
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i think it’s important everyone knows about the little roman girl who died at only five years and seven months old, and her grave reads "dum vixi, lusi" or "while i lived, i played"
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Najwan Darwish, "In Latin America" Nothing More to Lose: Selected Poems (trans. Kareem James Abu-Zeid) [ID'd]
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Erasmus met the young Henry VIII, at Eltham, when Henry was then aged 8. Henry challenged him to write a poem, and Erasmus responded with a laudatory piece in Latin about Henry’s father, Henry VII (extract below).
It must be said, the gilt soon wore off that gingerbread, once Henry succeeded his father.
Skilled in war,
Lover of peace,
Indulgent to others,
Strict to himself,
More sublime than Caesar,
More generous than Maecenas …
The father of the Age of Gold.
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Woe is me! That boy had arrows that hit the mark.
I burn, and Love is king in my empty breast.
Me miserum! certas habuit puer ille sagittas.
Uror, et in vacuo pectore regnat Amor.
-Ovid, Amores I.1.25-26
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If you ever feel like some of your headcanons are "bad" bc it wouldn't make ""enough sense"" in canon for anyone other than you just remember I started to headcanon Pluto (from the Nevermore webtoon) as TRANSFEM and mentally made a number of several points on how It could make any kind of sense storywise .just purely because I can. Nothing else. It actually does NOT make sense in canon in any way OTHER than in my !! delusional plot holed mind. Still I really seem to like it and apparently cannot get it out of my head at all so it is what it is ig
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The Aeneid - Amazon / L‘Eneide - Amazzone
by Fabio Fabbi
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On they went then in darkness, through the lonely
Shadowing night, a nowhere of deserted dwellings,
Dim phantasmal reaches where Pluto is king--
Like following a forest path by the hovering light
Of a moon that clouds and unclouds at Jupiter's whim,
While the colours of the world pall in the gloom.
Seamus Heaney, Aeneid Book VI
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difficilis facilis, iūcundus acerbus es īdem:
nec tēcum possum vīvere, nec sine tē.
unbearable and agreeable, you are both pleasant and bitter in equal measure:
I can neither live with you, nor without you.
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