Sidere percussa est subito tibi, Zoile, lingua,
dum lingis. Certe, Zoile, nunc futues. Paralysis engaged the tongue Of Zoilus. I grieve to say, As he was tasting beauty’s bung. Now he must try the triter way. Mentre leccavi, Zoilo, un colpo secco ti bloccò il becco. Ora, se mai, almeno chiaverai. |
Martial, Epigrams, Book 11, LXXXV
English translation by Dudley Fitts
Italian translation by Franco Zagato
English translation by Dudley Fitts
Italian translation by Franco Zagato
Perseids meteors cross the night sky over a stork sitting in its nest in the village of Yatskovichy, some 374 km southwest of Minsk, Belarus. Photo: AFP/Sergei Gapon.
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