I've started writing poems in Latin. I think this is generally known as the point of no return, "abandon hope all ye who enter here"* territory. Thanks to the Perseus Tufts website, I give you a poem written in Latin with a vaguely haiku format. It's all about the multiculturalism, really.

(And now we have poem mark II, hopefully now sans mistakes and now that I've had time to poke at it. Meaning is still the same, I think.)

Bellum adgreditur:
Milites pergunt, sacerdes precorantur,
Et ancillae in tenebris contremiscunt.


War approaches:
The soldiers march, the priests intone,
And the slave-girls quiver in the shadows.


All feedback on the Latin will be welcomed with open arms. I'm still not entirely certain about the third declension.


*If you have already abandoned hope, please disregard this notice.

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In other news, I finished reading Master and Commander today! And I have Post Captain waiting for me! Huzzah, huzzah, huzzah! Drinks all around!

I have some naked thoughts that rove about,    
And loudly knock to have their passage out,    
And, weary of their place, do only stay
Till thou hast decked them in thy best array;    
That so they may, without suspect or fears,    
Fly swiftly to this fair Assembly’s ears.


Apparently Milton had muse issues too. :D
the rain
it comes down
in so many ways
straight, slanted,
hurried
piercing noon
that delights
eyes and heart

or so slowly, lazily
it drizzles
ever so slowly
- an old man trudging
through the lane -
throughout morn
until the pool is full

full with my impatience
to visit next door friend
for a round of football

rain April rain
it jumps in the garden
crystal upon crystal
to and fro
to and fro
down the big yam leaves the rain
it comes down
in so many ways
straight, slanted,
hurried
piercing noon
that delights
eyes and heart

or so slowly, lazily
it drizzles
ever so slowly
- an old man trudging
through the lane -
throughout morn
until the pool is full

full with my impatience
to visit next door friend
for a round of football

rain April rain
it jumps in the garden
crystal upon crystal
to and fro
to and fro
down the big yam leaves

('April Rain Song' by John Tiong Chunghoo)

In other news, Ask Me For Drabbles is still open - comment here or on the original post.

Memeage

Apr. 16th, 2007 04:20 pm


If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
I'm the triolet, bursting with pride;
If they told you I'm mad, then they lied.
No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide
All the spoons or I might get convulsive.
If they told you I'm mad then they lied.
I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive.
What Poetry Form Are You?


I like it.
Icons! )
... I think it might just be possible to get sunburnt in winter, because I'm feeling sick and hot and like my brain is kinda thick and fluffy. It was the most beautiful day today, I didn't even mind waiting for the train for about twenty minutes more than I expected to. It was lovely.



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