Scr. Menturnis iii aut prid. Non. Mai. a. 703 (49). CICERO ATTICO SAL.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
ego vero et tuum in discessu vidi animum et meo sum ipse testis. quo magis erit tibi videndum ne quid novi decernatur, ut hoc nostrum desiderium ne plus sit annuum. de Annio Saturnino curasti probe.
[2] de satis dando vero te rogo, quoad eris Romae tu ut satis des. et sunt aliquot satisdationes secundum mancipium veluti Mennianorum praediorum vel Atilianorum. de Oppio factum est (ut) volui, et maxime quod DCCC aperuisti. quae quidem ego utique vel versura facta solvi volo, ne extrema exactio nostrorum nominum exspectetur.
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
Twilight: a cold green sky.
Low massed clouds, with dazzling sinister edges,
And a sea gull, falling in high pale sunlight.
Dusk, -- the encroachment of poisonous shadows,
The leisurely lighting of lamps;
And a gradual silence of restless trees.
Mist of twilight in my heart:
I who was always catching at fire.
Mould of black leaves under my feet;
I, whose star was desire.
Earth spins in her shadow.
Let us turn and go back
To the first of out loves --
The one who was moonlight and the fall of white roses!
We are struck down, we hear no music.
The moisture of night is in our hands.
Time takes us. We are eternal.
Conrad Aiken
Low massed clouds, with dazzling sinister edges,
And a sea gull, falling in high pale sunlight.
Dusk, -- the encroachment of poisonous shadows,
The leisurely lighting of lamps;
And a gradual silence of restless trees.
Mist of twilight in my heart:
I who was always catching at fire.
Mould of black leaves under my feet;
I, whose star was desire.
Earth spins in her shadow.
Let us turn and go back
To the first of out loves --
The one who was moonlight and the fall of white roses!
We are struck down, we hear no music.
The moisture of night is in our hands.
Time takes us. We are eternal.
Conrad Aiken
