Eheu Fugaces

(imagine din Encyclopaedia Metallum)

Scrisoarea pe care am trimis-o baiatului meu cu ani in urma si pe care el a gasit-o ieri prin biblioteca lui mi-a adus aminte amintiri vechi. Cred ca se cuvine sa pun aici poemul lui Horatiu:

EHEV fugaces, Postume, Postume,
labuntur anni nec pietas moram
rugis et instanti senectae
adferet indomitaeque morti;

non, si trecenis quotquot eunt dies,
amice, places inlacrimabilem
Plutona tauris, qui ter amplum
Geryonen Tityonque tristi

conpescit unda, scilicet omnibus
quicumque terrae munere uescimur
enauiganda, siue reges
siue inopes erimus coloni.

frustra cruento marte carebimus
fractisque rauci fluctibus Hadriae,
frustra per autumnos nocentem
corporibus metuemus austrum:

uisendus ater flumine languido
Cocytos errans et Danai genus
infame damnatusque longi
Sisyphus Aeolides laboris:

linquenda tellus et domus et placens
uxor, neque harum quas colis arborum
te praeter inuisas cupressos
ulla breuem dominum sequetur.

absumet heres Caecuba dignior
seruata centum clauibus et mero
tinguet pauimentum superbus
pontificum potiore cenis.

Si ca sa inchei intr-o nota mai putin elegiaca, iata o replica glumeata a lui Arlen Riley Wilson:

Eheu, fugaces, labuntur anni...
In these gaunt times
A princess, chained to rock,
Is eaten up by dragons every day.
Her Perseus stopped for coffee
On the way
Or just decided to forget the whole thing,
Who can say?
Even Andromeda, eviscerated,
Must condone:
Poor Perseus has problems of his own.

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Eheu fugaces, Postume, Postume...


Gosh, I am really old.

(A Life in Books)