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ILLE QVI VNICVS DEBELLATOR PROSTRATO REGE VNIVERSI    
HARVM IGITVR ENTIVM IGNEA CELEBRANTVR SYMBOLA  
VLTIO EXTRAMVNDANI VIRI VENI MIHI ALTA EREBO
DVM BELLI LIBER SCVTO IMPERAVIT IPSE TEMPLVM
  MALA FVLMINE INFAMIA PERIT MVNDI VICTA

VINDEX XYSTO DÆMON ΞIΦEI 

AVSONIÆ TENENS ROSAM CHALYBE RVBRAM.
A composition of mine in Classical Latin touching my own ontology, in now further reference to my own OVER-CROSS new conception. DEBELLATOR means “conqueror”, “subduer”. ΞIΦEI is ancient Greek for “with the Sword”, “through the Sword” (instrumental dative).
Bea Rae Mar 2
Sweetheart what makes you

Think that you will be anything

More than doormat
Bea Rae Mar 2
When you are looking

For love in the wrong places

You will think of me
Bea Rae Feb 29
As the walls close in

The demons inside my head

Steal every breath I take
Bea Rae Feb 20
When will I be free

From his grasp and his control

What will it cost me
Bea Rae Feb 18
With seven billion

Souls on earth how fortunate

Are we to have met
Let us go forward quietly each on his own path,
forever making for the light,
and in the knowledge that we are as others are and that others are as we are
and that it is right to love one another in the best possible way,
believing all things , hoping for all things and enduring all things,
and never failing. And not being too troubled by our weaknesses,
for even he who has none, has one weakness, namely that he has none,
and anyone who believes himself to be consummately wise would do well to be foolish all over again.
Savio Fonseca Sep 2023
We kept Whispering Our Desires,
beneath the Sheets of White Satin.
Our Kisses kept pouring
and their Words were in Latin.
Our Feelings, Calmly and Gently,
were moaning in Pleasure.
That's When Our Hands arrived,
at the spot they most Treasured.
With My Lips I went Humming,
around Her precious Spot.
With both Her Hands,
She Worshipped what She Got.
Like an Amorous Knight,
I went riding Her Post.
After Our Sessions ended,
I raised Her, a Champagne Toast.
Michael R Burch May 2023
ITALIAN POETRY TRANSLATIONS

These are my modern English translations of the Roman, Latin and Italian poets Anonymous, Marcus Aurelius, Catullus, ***** Cavalcanti, Cicero, Dante Alighieri, Veronica Franco, ***** Guinizelli, Hadrian, Primo Levi, Martial, Michelangelo, Seneca, Seneca the Younger and Leonardo da Vinci. I also have translations of Latin poems by the English poets Aldhelm, Thomas Campion, Gildas and Saint Godric of Finchale.

Wall, I'm astonished that you haven't collapsed,
since you're holding up verses so prolapsed!
—Ancient Roman graffiti, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My objective is not to side with the majority, but to avoid the ranks of the insane.—Marcus Aurelius, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Little sparks ignite great Infernos.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation Michael R. Burch



MARTIAL

I must admit I'm partial
to Martial.
—Michael R. Burch

You ask me why I've sent you no new verses?
There might be reverses.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask me to recite my poems to you?
I know how you'll 'recite' them, if I do.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask me why I choose to live elsewhere?
You're not there.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask me why I love fresh country air?
You're not befouling it there.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask me why I love fresh country air?
You're not befouling it, mon frère.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



1.
You’ll find good poems, but mostly poor and worse,
my peers being “diverse” in their verse.

2.
Some good poems here, but most not worth a curse:
such is the crapshoot of a book of verse.

Sunt bona, sunt quaedam mediocria, sunt mala plura
quae legis hic: aliter non fit, Auite, liber.



He undertook to be a doctor
but turned out to be an undertaker.

Chirurgus fuerat, nunc est uispillo Diaulus:
coepit quo poterat clinicus esse modo.



1.
The book you recite from, Fidentinus, was my own,
till your butchering made it yours alone.

2.
The book you recite from I once called my own,
but you read it so badly, it’s now yours alone.

3.
You read my book as if you wrote it,
but you read it so badly I’ve come to hate it.

Quem recitas meus est, o Fidentine, libellus:
sed male *** recitas, incipit esse tuus.



Recite my epigrams? I decline,
for then they’d be yours, not mine.

Ut recitem tibi nostra rogas epigrammata. Nolo:
non audire, Celer, sed recitare cupis.



I do not love you, but cannot say why.
I do not love you: no reason, no lie.

Non amo te, Sabidi, nec possum dicere quare:
hoc tantum possum dicere, non amo te.



You’re young and lovely, wealthy too,
but that changes nothing: you’re a shrew.

Bella es, nouimus, et puella, uerum est,
et diues, quis enim potest negare?
Sed *** te nimium, Fabulla, laudas,
nec diues neque bella nec puella es.


You never wrote a poem,
yet criticize mine?
Stop abusing me or write something fine
of your own!
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

He starts everything but finishes nothing;
thus I suspect there's no end to his *******.
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You dine in great magnificence
while offering guests a pittance.
Sextus, did you invite
friends to dinner tonight
to impress us with your enormous appetite?
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You alone own prime land, dandy!
Gold, money, the finest porcelain—you alone!
The best wines of the most famous vintages—you alone!
Discrimination, taste and wit—you alone!
You have it all—who can deny that you alone are set for life?
But everyone has had your wife—
she is never alone!
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

To you, my departed parents, dear mother and father,
I commend my little lost angel, Erotion, love's daughter,
who died six days short of completing her sixth frigid winter.
Protect her now, I pray, should the chilling dark shades appear;
muzzle hell's three-headed hound, less her heart be dismayed!
Lead her to romp in some sunny Elysian glade,
her devoted patrons. Watch her play childish games
as she excitedly babbles and lisps my name.
Let no hard turf smother her softening bones; and do
rest lightly upon her, earth, she was surely no burden to you!
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

To you, my departed parents, with much emotion,
I commend my little lost darling, my much-kissed Erotion,
who died six days short of completing her sixth bitter winter.
Protect her, I pray, from hell's hound and its dark shades a-flitter;
and please don't let fiends leave her maiden heart dismayed!
But lead her to romp in some sunny Elysian glade
with her cherished friends, excitedly lisping my name.
Let no hard turf smother her softening bones; and do
rest lightly upon her, earth, she was such a slight burden to you!
—Martial, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Epitaph for the Child Erotion
by Marcus Valerius Martial
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Lie lightly on her, grass and dew ...
So little weight she placed on you.

I created this translation after the Nashville Covenant school shooting and dedicated it to the victims of the massacre.



CATULLUS

Catullus LXXXV: 'Odi et Amo'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
I hate. I love.
You ask, 'Why not refrain?'
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.

2.
I hate. I love.
Why? Heavens above!
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.

3.
I hate. I love.
How can that be, turtledove?
I wish I could explain.
I can't, but feel the pain.



Catullus CVI: 'That Boy'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

See that young boy, by the auctioneer?
He's so pretty he sells himself, I fear!



Catullus LI: 'That Man'
This is Catullus's translation of a poem by Sappho of ******
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I'd call that man the equal of the gods,
or,
could it be forgiven
in heaven,
their superior,
because to him space is given
to bask in your divine presence,
to gaze upon you, smile, and listen
to your ambrosial laughter
which leaves men senseless
here and hereafter.

Meanwhile, in my misery,
I'm left speechless.

Lesbia, there's nothing left of me
but a voiceless tongue grown thick in my mouth
and a thin flame running south...

My limbs tingle, my ears ring, my eyes water
till they swim in darkness.

Call it leisure, Catullus, or call it idleness,
whatever it is that incapacitates you.
By any other name it's the nemesis
fallen kings, empires and cities rue.



Catullus 1 ('cui dono lepidum novum libellum')        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

To whom do I dedicate this novel book
polished drily with a pumice stone?
To you, Cornelius, for you would look
content, as if my scribblings took
the cake, when in truth you alone
unfolded Italian history in three scrolls,
as learned as Jupiter in your labors.
Therefore, this little book is yours,
whatever it is, which, O patron Maiden,
I pray will last more than my lifetime!



Catullus XLIX: 'A Toast to Cicero'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Cicero, please confess:
You're drunk on your success!
All men of good taste attest
That you're the very best—
At making speeches, first class!
While I'm the dregs of the glass.



Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

1.
Through many lands and over many seas
I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites,
to this final acclamation of the dead...
and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes
now that Fate has wrested you away from me.
Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly,
accept these last offerings, these small tributes
blessed by our fathers' traditions, these small gifts for the dead.
Please accept, by custom, these tokens drenched with a brother's tears,
and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.'

2.
Through many lands and over many seas
I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites,
to this final acclamation of the dead...
and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes
now that Fate has wrested you away from me.
Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly,
accept these small tributes, these last gifts,
offered in the time-honored manner of our fathers,
these final votives. Please accept, by custom,
these tokens drenched with a brother's tears,
and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.'

[Here 'offered in the time-honored manner of our fathers' is from another translation by an unknown translator.]

[What do the gods know, with their superior airs,
wiser than a mother's tears
for her lost child?
If they had hearts, surely they would be beguiled,
repeal the sentence of death!
Since they have none,
or only hearts of stone,
believers, save your breath.
—Michael R. Burch, after Catullus]



Catullus IIA: 'Lesbia's Sparrow'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sparrow, my sweetheart's pet,
with whom she plays cradled to her breast,
or in her lap,
giving you her fingertip to peck,
provoking you to nip its nib...
Whenever she's flushed with pleasure
my gorgeous darling plays such dear little games:
to relieve her longings, I suspect,
until her ardour abates.
Oh, if only I could play with you as gaily,
and alleviate my own longings!



Catullus V: 'Let us live, Lesbia, let us love'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Let us live, Lesbia, let us love,
and let the judgments of ancient moralists
count less than a farthing to us!

Suns may set then rise again,
but when our brief light sets,
we will sleep through perpetual night.

Give me a thousand kisses, a hundred more,
another thousand, then a second hundred,
yet another thousand, then a third hundred...

Then, once we've tallied the many thousands,
let's jumble the ledger, so that even we
(and certainly no malicious, evil-eyed enemy)        
will ever know there were so many kisses!



Catullus VII: 'How Many Kisses'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You ask, Lesbia, how many kisses
are enough, or more than enough, to satisfy me?

As many as the Libyan sands
swirling in incense-bearing Cyrene
between the torrid oracle of Jove
and the sacred tomb of Battiades.

Or as many as the stars observing amorous men
making love furtively on a moonless night.

As many of your kisses are enough,
and more than enough, for mad Catullus,
as long as there are too many to be counted by inquisitors
and by malicious-tongued bewitchers.



Catullus VIII: 'Advice to Himself'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Snap out of it Catullus, stop this foolishness!
It's time to cut losses!
What is dead is gone, accept it.
Once brilliant suns shone on you both,
when you trotted about wherever she led,
and loved her as never another before.
That was a time of such happiness,
when your desire intersected her will.
But now she doesn't want you any more.
Be resolute, weak as you are, stop chasing mirages!
What you need is not love, but a clean break.
Goodbye girl, now Catullus stands firm.
Never again Lesbia! Catullus is clear:
He won't miss you. Won't crave you. Catullus is cold.
Now it's you who will grieve, when nobody calls.
It's you who will weep that you're ruined.
Who'll submit to you now? Admire your beauty?
Whom will you love? Whose girl will you be?
Who will you kiss? Whose lips will you bite?
But you, Catullus, you must break with the past, hold fast.



Catullus LX: 'Lioness'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Did an African mountain lioness
or a howling Scylla beget you from the nether region of her *****,
my harsh goddess? Are you so pitiless you would hold in contempt
this supplicant voicing his inconsolable despair?
Are you really that cruel-hearted?

Catullus LXX: 'Marriage Vows'
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My sweetheart says she'd marry no one else but me,
not even Jupiter, if he were to ask her!
But what a girl says to her eager lover
ought to be written on the wind or in running water.



CICERO

The famous Roman orator Cicero employed 'tail rhyme' in this pun:

O Fortunatam natam me consule Romam.
O fortunate natal Rome, to be hatched by me!
—Cicero, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



MICHELANGELO

Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564) is considered by many experts to be the greatest artist and sculptor of all time. He was also a great poet.

Michelangelo Epigram Translations
loose translations/interpretations by Michael R. Burch

I saw the angel in the marble and freed him.
I hewed away the coarse walls imprisoning the lovely apparition.
Each stone contains a statue; it is the sculptor's task to release it.
The danger is not aiming too high and missing, but aiming too low and hitting the mark.
Our greatness is only bounded by our horizons.
Be at peace, for God did not create us to abandon us.
God grant that I always desire more than my capabilities.
My soul's staircase to heaven is earth's loveliness.
I live and love by God's peculiar light.
Trifles create perfection, yet perfection is no trifle.
Genius is infinitely patient, and infinitely painstaking.
I have never found salvation in nature; rather I love cities.
He who follows will never surpass.
Beauty is what lies beneath superfluities.
I criticize via creation, not by fault-finding.
If you knew how hard I worked, you wouldn't call it 'genius.'



SONNET: RAVISHED
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Ravished, by all our eyes find fine and fair,
yet starved for virtues pure hearts might confess,
my soul can find no Jacobean stair
that leads to heaven, save earth's loveliness.
The stars above emit such rapturous light
our longing hearts ascend on beams of Love
and seek, indeed, Love at its utmost height.
But where on earth does Love suffice to move
a gentle heart, or ever leave it wise,
save for beauty itself and the starlight in her eyes?



SONNET: TO LUIGI DEL RICCIO, AFTER THE DEATH OF CECCHINO BRACCI
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A pena prima.

I had barely seen the beauty of his eyes
Which unto yours were life itself, and light,
When he closed them fast in death's eternal night
To reopen them on God, in Paradise.

In my tardiness, I wept, too late made wise,
Yet the fault not mine: for death's disgusting ploy
Had robbed me of that deep, unfathomable joy
Which in your loving memory never dies.

Therefore, Luigi, since the task is mine
To make our unique friend smile on, in stone,
Forever brightening what dark earth would dim,
And because the Beloved causes love to shine,

And since the artist cannot work alone,
I must carve you, to tell the world of him!



BEAUTY AND THE ARTIST
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Al cor di zolfo.

A heart aflame; alas, the flesh not so;
Bones brittle wood; the soul without a guide
To curb the will's inferno; the crude pride
Of restless passions' pulsing surge and flow;

A witless mind that - halt, lame, weak - must go
Blind through entrapments scattered far and wide; ...
Why wonder then, when one small spark applied
To such an assemblage, renders it aglow?

Add beauteous Art, which, Heaven-Promethean,
Must exceed nature - so divine a power
Belongs to those who strive with every nerve.
Created for such Art, from childhood given
As prey for her Infernos to devour,
I blame the Mistress I was born to serve.



SONNET XVI: LOVE AND ART
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sì come nella penna.

Just as with pen and ink,
there is a high, a low, and an in-between style;
and, as marble yields its images pure and vile
to excite the fancies artificers might think;
even so, my lord, lodged deep within your heart
are mingled pride and mild humility;
but I draw only what I truly see
when I trust my eyes and otherwise stand apart.
Whoever sows the seeds of tears and sighs
(bright dews that fall from heaven, crystal-clear)        
in various pools collects antiquities
and so must reap old griefs through misty eyes;
while the one who dwells on beauty, so painful here,
finds ephemeral hopes and certain miseries.



SONNET XXXI: LOVE'S LORDSHIP, TO TOMMASO DE' CAVALIERI
by Michelangelo Buonarroti (1475-1564)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

A che più debb' io.

Am I to confess my heart's desire
with copious tears and windy words of grief,
when a merciless heaven offers no relief
to souls consumed by fire?

Why should my aching heart aspire
to life, when all must die? Beyond belief
would be a death delectable and brief,
since in my compound woes all joys expire!

Therefore, because I cannot dodge the blow,
I rather seek whoever rules my breast,
to glide between her gladness and my woe.
If only chains and bonds can make me blessed,
no marvel if alone and bare I go
to face the foe: her captive slave oppressed.



LEONARDO DA VINCI

Once we have flown, we will forever walk the earth with our eyes turned heavenward, for there we were and will always long to return.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The great achievers rarely relaxed and let things happen to them. They set out and kick-started whatever happened.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Nothing enables authority like silence.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

The greatest deceptions spring from men's own opinions.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

There are three classes of people: Those who see by themselves. Those who see only when they are shown. Those who refuse to see.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Blinding ignorance misleads us. Myopic mortals, open your eyes! —Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

It is easier to oppose evil from the beginning than at the end.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

Small minds continue to shrink, but those whose hearts are firm and whose consciences endorse their conduct, will persevere until death.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

I am impressed with the urgency of doing. Knowledge is not enough; we must apply ourselves. Wanting and being willing are insufficient; we must act.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Time is sufficient for anyone who uses it wisely.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Where the spirit does not aid and abet the hand there is no art.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Necessity is the mistress of mother nature's inventions.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Nature has no effect without cause, no invention without necessity.—Leonardo da Vinci, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Did Leonardo da Vinci anticipate Darwin with his comments about Nature and necessity being the mistress of her inventions? Yes, and his studies of comparative anatomy, including the intestines, led da Vinci to say explicitly that 'apes, monkeys and the like' are not merely related to humans but are 'almost of the same species.' He was, indeed, a man ahead of his time, by at least 350 years.



Excerpts from 'Paragone of Poetry and Painting' and Other Writings
by Leonardo da Vinci, circa 1500
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Sculpture requires light, received from above,
while a painting contains its own light and shade.

Painting is the more beautiful, the more imaginative, the more copious,
while sculpture is merely the more durable.

Painting encompasses infinite possibilities
which sculpture cannot command.
But you, O Painter, unless you can make your figures move,
are like an orator who can't bring his words to life!

While as soon as the Poet abandons nature, he ceases to resemble the Painter;
for if the Poet abandons the natural figure for flowery and flattering speech,
he becomes an orator and is thus neither Poet nor Painter.

Painting is poetry seen but not heard,
while poetry is painting heard but not seen.

And if the Poet calls painting dumb poetry,
the Painter may call poetry blind painting.

Yet poor is the pupil who fails to surpass his master!
Shun those studies in which the work dies with the worker.

Because I find no subject especially useful or pleasing
and because those who preceded me appropriated every useful theme,
I will be like the beggar who comes late to the fair,
who must content himself with other buyers' rejects.

Thus, I will load my humble cart full of despised and rejected merchandise,
the refuse of so many other buyers,
and I will go about distributing it, not in the great cities,
but in the poorer towns,
selling at discounts whatever the wares I offer may be worth.

And what can I do when a woman plucks my heart?
Alas, how she plays me, and yet I must persist!



The Point
by Leonardo da Vinci
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Here forms, colors, the character of the entire universe, contract to a point,
and that point is miraculous, marvelous …
O marvelous, O miraculous, O stupendous Necessity!
By your elegant laws you compel every effect to be the direct result of its cause,
by the shortest path possible.
Such are your miracles!



VERONICA FRANCO

Veronica Franco (1546-1591) was a Venetian courtesan who wrote literary-quality poetry and prose.

A Courtesan's Love Lyric (I)      
by Veronica Franco
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My rewards will be commensurate with your gifts
if only you give me the one that lifts
me laughing...
And though it costs you nothing,
still it is of immense value to me.
Your reward will be
not just to fly
but to soar, so high
that your joys vastly exceed your desires.
And my beauty, to which your heart aspires
and which you never tire of praising,
I will employ for the raising
of your spirits. Then, lying sweetly at your side,
I will shower you with all the delights of a bride,
which I have more expertly learned.
Then you who so fervently burned
will at last rest, fully content,
fallen even more deeply in love, spent
at my comfortable *****.
When I am in bed with a man I blossom,
becoming completely free
with the man who loves and enjoys me.

Here is a second version of the same poem...

I Resolved to Make a Virtue of My Desire (II)      
by Veronica Franco
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My rewards will match your gifts
If you give me the one that lifts
Me, laughing. If it comes free,
Still, it is of immense value to me.
Your reward will be—not just to fly,
But to soar—so incredibly high
That your joys eclipse your desires
(As my beauty, to which your heart aspires
And which you never tire of praising,
I employ for your spirit's raising) .
Afterwards, lying docile at your side,
I will grant you all the delights of a bride,
Which I have more expertly learned.
Then you, who so fervently burned,
Will at last rest, fully content,
Fallen even more deeply in love, spent
At my comfortable *****.
When I am in bed with a man I blossom,
Becoming completely free
With the man who freely enjoys me.



Capitolo 24
by Veronica Franco
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

(written by Franco to a man who had insulted a woman)        

Please try to see with sensible eyes
how grotesque it is for you
to insult and abuse women!
Our unfortunate *** is always subject
to such unjust treatment, because we
are dominated, denied true freedom!
And certainly we are not at fault
because, while not as robust as men,
we have equal hearts, minds and intellects.
Nor does virtue originate in power,
but in the vigor of the heart, mind and soul:
the sources of understanding;
and I am certain that in these regards
women lack nothing,
but, rather, have demonstrated
superiority to men.
If you think us 'inferior' to yourself,
perhaps it's because, being wise,
we outdo you in modesty.
And if you want to know the truth,
the wisest person is the most patient;
she squares herself with reason and with virtue;
while the madman thunders insolence.
The stone the wise man withdraws from the well
was flung there by a fool...



When I bed a man
who—I sense—truly loves and enjoys me,
I become so sweet and so delicious
that the pleasure I bring him surpasses all delight,
till the tight
knot of love,
however slight
it may have seemed before,
is raveled to the core.
—Veronica Franco, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



We danced a youthful jig through that fair city—
Venice, our paradise, so pompous and pretty.
We lived for love, for primal lust and beauty;
to please ourselves became our only duty.
Floating there in a fog between heaven and earth,
We grew drunk on excesses and wild mirth.
We thought ourselves immortal poets then,
Our glory endorsed by God's illustrious pen.
But paradise, we learned, is fraught with error,
and sooner or later love succumbs to terror.
—Veronica Franco, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



I wish it were not a sin to have liked it so.
Women have not yet realized the cowardice that resides,
for if they should decide to do so,
they would be able to fight you until death;
and to prove that I speak the truth,
amongst so many women,
I will be the first to act,
setting an example for them to follow.
—Veronica Franco, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



ANONYMOUS

The poem below is based on my teenage misinterpretation of a Latin prayer...

Elegy for a little girl, lost
by Michael R. Burch

for my mother, Christine Ena Burch, who was always a little girl at heart

... qui laetificat juventutem meam...
She was the joy of my youth,
and now she is gone.
... requiescat in pace...
May she rest in peace.
... amen...

Amen

I was touched by this Latin prayer, which I discovered in a novel I read as a teenager. I later decided to incorporate it into a poem, which I started in high school and revised as an adult. From what I now understand, 'ad deum qui laetificat juventutem meam' means 'to the God who gives joy to my youth, ' but I am sticking with my original interpretation: a lament for a little girl at her funeral. The phrase can be traced back to Saint Jerome's translation of Psalm 42 in the Latin Vulgate Bible (circa 385 AD) . I can't remember exactly when I read the novel or wrote the poem, but I believe it was around my junior year of high school, age 17 or thereabouts. This was my first translation. I revised the poem slightly in 2001 after realizing I had 'misremembered' one of the words in the Latin prayer.



The Latin hymn 'Dies Irae' employs end rhyme:

Dies irae, dies illa
Solvet saeclum in favilla
***** David *** Sybilla

The day of wrath, that day
which will leave the world ash-gray,
was foretold by David and the Sybil fey.
—attributed to Thomas of Celano, St. Gregory the Great, St. Bernard of Clairvaux, and St. Bonaventure; loose translation by Michael R. Burch



HADRIAN

Hadrian's Elegy
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My delicate soul,
now aimlessly fluttering... drifting... unwhole,
former consort of my failing corpse...
Where are we going—from bad to worse?
From jail to a hearse?
Where do we wander now—fraught, pale and frail?
To hell?
To some place devoid of jests, mirth, happiness?
Is the joke on us?



THOMAS CAMPION

NOVELTIES
by Thomas Campion
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as p-mps praise their wh-res for exotic positions.



PRIMO LEVI

These are my translations of poems by the Italian Jewish Holocaust survivor Primo Levi.

Shema
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You who live secure
in your comfortable houses,
who return each evening to find
warm food,
welcoming faces...
consider whether this is a man:
who toils in the mud,
who knows no peace,
who fights for crusts of bread,
who dies at another man's whim,
at his 'yes' or his 'no.'
Consider whether this is a woman:
bereft of hair,
of a recognizable name
because she lacks the strength to remember,
her eyes as void
and her womb as frigid
as a frog's in winter.
Consider that such horrors have been:
I commend these words to you.
Engrave them in your hearts
when you lounge in your house,
when you walk outside,
when you go to bed,
when you rise.
Repeat them to your children,
or may your house crumble
and disease render you helpless
so that even your offspring avert their faces from you.



Buna
by Primo Levi
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Wasted feet, cursed earth,
the interminable gray morning
as Buna smokes corpses through industrious chimneys.
A day like every other day awaits us.
The terrible whistle shrilly announces dawn:
'You, O pale multitudes with your sad, lifeless faces,
welcome the monotonous horror of the mud...
another day of suffering has begun.'
Weary companion, I see you by heart.
I empathize with your dead eyes, my disconsolate friend.
In your breast you carry cold, hunger, nothingness.
Life has broken what's left of the courage within you.
Colorless one, you once were a strong man,
A courageous woman once walked at your side.
But now you, my empty companion, are bereft of a name,
my forsaken friend who can no longer weep,
so poor you can no longer grieve,
so tired you no longer can shiver with fear.
O, spent once-strong man,
if we were to meet again
in some other world, sweet beneath the sun,
with what kind faces would we recognize each other?

Note: Buna was the largest Auschwitz sub-camp.



ALDHELM

'The Leiden Riddle' is an Old English translation of Aldhelm's Latin riddle 'Lorica' or 'Corselet.'

The Leiden Riddle
anonymous Old English riddle poem, circa 700
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The dank earth birthed me from her icy womb.
I know I was not fashioned from woolen fleeces;
nor was I skillfully spun from skeins;
I have neither warp nor weft;
no thread thrums through me in the thrashing loom;
nor do whirring shuttles rattle me;
nor does the weaver's rod assail me;
nor did silkworms spin me like skillfull fates
into curious golden embroidery.
And yet heroes still call me an excellent coat.
Nor do I fear the dread arrows' flights,
however eagerly they leap from their quivers.

Solution: a coat of mail.



SAINT GODRIC OF FINCHALE

The song below is said in the 'Life of Saint Godric' to have come to Godric when he had a vision of his sister Burhcwen, like him a solitary at Finchale, being received into heaven. She was singing a song of thanksgiving, in Latin, and Godric renders her song in English bracketed by a Kyrie eleison.

Led By Christ and Mary
by Saint Godric of Finchale (1065-1170)        
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

By Christ and Saint Mary I was so graciously led
that the earth never felt my bare foot's tread!



DANTE

Translations of Dante Epigrams and Quotes by Michael R. Burch

Little sparks may ignite great Infernos.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

In Beatrice I beheld the outer boundaries of blessedness.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

She made my veins and even the pulses within them tremble.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Her sweetness left me intoxicated.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Love commands me by determining my desires.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Follow your own path and let the bystanders gossip.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

The devil is not as dark as depicted.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

There is no greater sorrow than to recall how we delighted in our own wretchedness.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

As he, who with heaving lungs escaped the suffocating sea, turns to regard its perilous waters.—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

O human race, born to soar heavenward, why do you nosedive in the mildest breeze? —Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

O human race, born to soar heavenward, why do you quail at the least breath of wind? —Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Midway through my life's journey
I awoke to find myself lost in a trackless wood,
for I had strayed far from the straight path.
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



INSCRIPTION ON THE GATE OF HELL

Before me nothing existed, to fear.
Eternal I am, and eternal I endure.
Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



Excerpts from LA VITA NUOVA
by Dante Alighieri

Ecce deus fortior me, qui veniens dominabitur mihi.
Here is a Deity, stronger than myself, who comes to dominate me.
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Apparuit iam beatitudo vestra.
Your blessedness has now been manifested unto you.
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Heu miser! quia frequenter impeditus ero deinceps.
Alas, how often I will be restricted now!
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Fili mi, tempus est ut prætermittantur simulata nostra.
My son, it is time to cease counterfeiting.
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Ego tanquam centrum circuli, cui simili modo se habent circumferentiæ partes: tu autem non sic.
Love said: 'I am as the center of a harmonious circle; everything is equally near me. No so with you.'
—Dante, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



Translations of Dante Cantos by Michael R. Burch

Paradiso, Canto III: 1-33, The Revelation of Love and Truth
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

That sun, which had inflamed my breast with love,
Had now revealed to me—as visions move—
The gentle and confounding face of Truth.
Thus I, by her sweet grace and love reproved,
Corrected, and to true confession moved,
Raised my bowed head and found myself behooved
To speak, as true admonishment required,
And thus to bless the One I so desired,
When I was awed to silence! This transpired:
As the outlines of men's faces may amass
In mirrors of transparent, polished glass,
Or in shallow waters through which light beams pass
(Even so our eyes may easily be fooled
By pearls, or our own images, thus pooled) :
I saw a host of faces, pale and lewd,
All poised to speak; but when I glanced around
There suddenly was no one to be found.
A pool, with no Narcissus to astound?
But then I turned my eyes to my sweet Guide.
With holy eyes aglow and smiling wide,
She said, 'They are not here because they lied.'



Excerpt from 'Paradiso'
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

O ****** Mother, daughter of your Son,
Humble, and yet held high, above creation,
You are the apex of all Wisdom known!
You are the Pinnacle of human nature,
Your nobility instilled by its Creator
who was not shamed to be born with your features.
Love was engendered in your perfect womb
Where warmth and holy peace were given room
For heaven's Perfect Rose, once sown, to bloom.
Now unto us you are a Torch held high:
Our noonday Sun—the Light of Charity,
Our Wellspring of all Hope, a living Sea.
Madonna, so pure, high and all-availing,
The man who desires Grace of you, though failing,
Despite his grounded state, is given wing!
Your mercy does not fail us, Ever-Blessed!
Indeed, the one who asks may find his wish
Unneeded: you predicted his request!
You are our Mercy; you are our Compassion;
you are Magnificence; in you creation
becomes the sum of Goodness and Salvation.



Translations of Dante Sonnets by Michael R. Burch

Sonnet: 'A Vision of Love' or 'Love's Faithful Ones' from LA VITA NUOVA
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

To every gentle heart true Love may move,
And unto whom my words must now be brought
For wise interpretation's tender thought—
I greet you in our Lord's name, which is Love.
Through night's last watch, as winking stars, above,
Kept their high vigil over men, distraught,
Love came to me, with such dark terrors fraught
As mortals may not casually speak of.
Love seemed a being of pure Joy and held
My heart, pulsating. On his other arm,
My lady, wrapped in thinnest gossamers, slept.
He, having roused her from her sleep, then made
My heart her feast—devoured, with alarm.
Love then departed; as he left, he wept.



Sonnet: 'Love's Thoroughfare' from LA VITA NUOVA
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

'O voi che par la via'

All those who travel Love's worn tracks,
Pause here awhile, and ask
Has there ever been a grief like mine?
Pause here, from that mad race,
And with patience hear my case:
Is it not a piteous marvel and a sign?
Love, not because I played a part,
But only due to his great heart,
Afforded me a provenance so sweet
That often others, as I went,
Asked what such unfair gladness meant:
They whispered things behind me in the street.
But now that easy gait is gone
Along with all Love proffered me;
And so in time I've come to be
So poor I dread to think thereon.
And thus I have become as one
Who hides his shame of his poverty,
Pretending richness outwardly,
While deep within I moan.



Sonnet: 'Cry for Pity' from LA VITA NUOVA
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

These thoughts lie shattered in my memory:
When through the past I see your lovely face.
When you are near me, thus, Love fills all Space,
And often whispers, 'Is death better? Fly! '
My face reflects my heart's contentious tide,
Which, ebbing, seeks some shallow resting place;
Till, in the blushing shame of such disgrace,
The very earth seems to be shrieking, 'Die! '
'Twould be a grievous sin, if one should not
Relay some comfort to my harried mind,
If only with some simple pitying thought
For this great anguish which fierce scorn has wrought
Through the faltering sight of eyes grown nearly blind,
Which search for death now, as a blessed thing.



Sonnet: 'Ladies of Modest Countenance' from LA VITA NUOVA
by Dante Alighieri
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You who wear a modest countenance
With eyelids weighted by such heaviness,
How is it, that among you every face
Is haunted by the same pale troubled glance?
Have you seen in my lady's face, perchance,
the grief that Love provokes despite her grace?
Confirm this thing is so, then in her place,
Complete your grave and sorrowful advance.
And if indeed you match her heartfelt sighs
And mourn, as she does, for her heart's relief,
Then tell Love how it fares with her, to him.
Love knows how you have wept, seen in your eyes,
And is so grieved by gazing on your grief,
His courage falters and his sight grows dim.



Translations of Poems by Other Italian Poets

Sonnet IV: ‘S'io prego questa donna che Pietate'
by ***** Cavalcante
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

If I should ask this lady, in her grace,
not to make her heart my enemy,
she'd call me foolish, venturing: 'No man
was ever possessed of such strange vanity! '
Why such harsh judgements, written on a face
where once I'd thought to find humility,
true gentleness, calm wisdom, courtesy?
My soul despairs, unwilling to embrace
the sighs and griefs that flood my drowning heart,
the rains of tears that well my watering eyes,
the miseries to which my soul's condemned...
For through my mind there flows, as rivers part,
the image of a lady, full of thought,
through heartlessness became a thoughtless friend.



***** Guinizelli, also known as ***** di Guinizzello di Magnano, was born in Bologna. He became an esteemed Italian love poet and is considered to be the father of the 'dolce stil nuovo' or 'sweet new style.' Dante called him 'il saggio' or 'the sage.'

Sonetto
by ***** Guinizelli
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

In truth I sing her honor and her praise:
My lady, with whom flowers can't compare!
Like Diana, she unveils her beauty's rays,
Then makes the dawn unfold here, bright and fair!
She's like the wind and like the leaves they swell:
All hues, all colors, flushed and pale, beside...
Argent and gold and rare stones' brilliant spell;
Even Love, itself, in her, seems glorified.
She moves in ways so tender and so sweet,
Pride fails and falls and flounders at her feet.
The impure heart cannot withstand such light!
Ungentle men must wither, at her sight.
And still this greater virtue I aver:
No man thinks ill once he's been touched by her.



GILDAS TRANSLATIONS

These are my modern English translations of Latin poems by the English monk Gildas. Gildas, also known as Gildas Sapiens (“Gildas the Wise”), was a 6th-century British monk who is one of the first native writers of the British Isles we know by name. Gildas is remembered for his scathing religious polemic De Excidio et Conquestu Britanniae (“On the Ruin and Conquest of Britain” or simply “On the Ruin of Britain”). The work has been dated to circa 480-550 AD.

“Alas! The nature of my complaint is the widespread destruction of all that was good, followed by the wild proliferation of evil throughout the land. Normally, I would grieve with my motherland in her travail and rejoice in her revival. But for now I restrict myself to relating the sins of an indolent and slothful race, rather than the feats of heroes. For ten years I kept my silence, I confess, with much mental anguish, guilt and remorse, while I debated these things within myself...” — Gildas, The Ruin of Britain, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Gildas is also remembered for his “Lorica” (“Breastplate”):

“The Lorica of Loding” from the Book of Cerne
by Gildas
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

Trinity in Unity, shield and preserve me!
Unity in Trinity, have mercy on me!

Preserve me, I pray, from all dangers:
dangers which threaten to overwhelm me
like surging sea waves;
neither let mortality
nor worldly vanity
sweep me away from the safe harbor of Your embrace!

Furthermore, I respectfully request:
send the exalted, mighty hosts of heaven!
Let them not abandon me
to be destroyed by my enemies,
but let them defend me always
with their mighty shields and bucklers.

Allow Your heavenly host
to advance before me:
Cherubim and Seraphim by the thousands,
led by the Archangels Michael and Gabriel!

Send, I implore, these living thrones,
these principalities, powers and Angels,
so that I may remain strong,
defended against the deluge of enemies
in life’s endless battles!

May Christ, whose righteous Visage frightens away foul throngs,
remain with me in a powerful covenant!

May God the Unconquerable Guardian
defend me on every side with His power!

Free my manacled limbs,
cover them with Your shielding grace,
leaving heaven-hurled demons helpless to hurt me,
to pierce me with their devious darts!

Lord Jesus Christ, be my sure armor, I pray!

Cover me, O God, with Your impenetrable breastplate!

Cover me so that, from head to toe,
no member is exposed, within or without;
so that life is not exorcized from my body
by plague, by fever, by weakness, or by suffering.

Until, with the gift of old age granted by God,
I depart this flesh, free from the stain of sin,
free to fly to those heavenly heights,
where, by the grace of God, I am borne in joy
into the cool retreats of His heavenly kingdom!

Amen

#GILDAS #LATIN #LORICA #RUIN #MRBGILDAS #MRBLATIN #MRBLORICA #MRBRUIN



This is a poem of mine that has been translated into Italian by Comasia Aquaro.

Her Grace Flows Freely
by Michael R. Burch

July 7,2007

Her love is always chaste, and pure.
This I vow. This I aver.
If she shows me her grace, I will honor her.
This I vow. This I aver.
Her grace flows freely, like her hair.
This I vow. This I aver.
For her generousness, I would worship her.
This I vow. This I aver.
I will not **** her for what I bear
This I vow. This I aver.
like a most precious incense-desire for her,
This I vow. This I aver.
nor call her '*****' where I seek to repair.
This I vow. This I aver.
I will not wink, nor smirk, nor stare
This I vow. This I aver.
like a foolish child at the foot of a stair
This I vow. This I aver.
where I long to go, should another be there.
This I vow. This I aver.
I'll rejoice in her freedom, and always dare
This I vow. This I aver.
the chance that she'll flee me-my starling rare.
This I vow. This I aver.
And then, if she stays, without stays, I swear
This I vow. This I aver.
that I will joy in her grace beyond compare.
This I vow. This I aver.

Her Grace Flows Freely
by Michael R. Burch
Italian translation by Comasia Aquaro

La sua grazia vola libera

7 luglio 2007

Il suo amore è sempre casto, e puro.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Se mi mostra la sua grazia, le farò onore.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
La sua grazia vola libera, come i suoi capelli.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Per la sua generosità, la venererò.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Non la maledirò per ciò che soffro
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
come il più prezioso desiderio d'incenso per lei,
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
non chiamarla 'sgualdrina' laddove io cerco di aggiustare.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Io non strizzerò l'occhio, non riderò soddisfatto, non fisserò lo sguardo
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Come un bambino sciocco ai piedi di una scala
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Laddove io desidero andare, ci sarebbe forse un altro.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Mi rallegrerò nella sua libertà, e sempre sfiderò
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
la sorte che lei mi sfuggirà—il mio raro storno
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
E dopo, se lei resta, senza stare, io lo garantisco
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.
Gioirò nella sua grazia al di là del confrontare.
Lo giuro. Lo prometto.



A risqué Latin epigram:

C-nt, while you weep and seep neediness all night,
-ss has claimed what would bring you delight.
—Musa Lapidaria, #100A, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch



References to Dante in other Translations by Michael R. Burch

THE MUSE
by Anna Akhmatova
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

My being hangs by a thread tonight
as I await a Muse no human pen can command.
The desires of my heart — youth, liberty, glory —
now depend on the Maid with the flute in her hand.
Look! Now she arrives; she flings back her veil;
I meet her grave eyes — calm, implacable, pitiless.
'Temptress, confess!
Are you the one who gave Dante hell? '
She answers, 'Yes.'



I have also translated this tribute poem written by Marina Tsvetaeva for Anna Akhmatova:

Excerpt from 'Poems for Akhmatova'
by Marina Tsvetaeva
loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

You outshine everything, even the sun
  at its zenith. The stars are yours!
If only I could sweep like the wind
  through some unbarred door,
gratefully, to where you are...
  to hesitantly stammer, suddenly shy,
lowering my eyes before you, my lovely mistress,
  petulant, chastened, overcome by tears,
as a child sobs to receive forgiveness...



Dante-Related Poems and Dante Criticism by Michael R. Burch

Of Seabound Saints and Promised Lands
by Michael R. Burch

Judas sat on a wretched rock,
his head still sore from Satan's gnawing.
Saint Brendan's curragh caught his eye,
wildly geeing and hawing.
'I'm on parole from Hell today!'
Pale Judas cried from his lonely perch.
'You've fasted forty days, good Saint!
Let this rock by my church,
my baptismal, these icy waves.
O, plead for me now with the One who saves!'

Saint Brendan, full of mercy, stood
at the lurching prow of his flimsy bark,
and mightily prayed for the mangy man
whose flesh flashed pale and stark
in the golden dawn, beneath a sun
that seemed to halo his tonsured dome.
Then Saint Brendan sailed for the Promised Land
and Saint Judas headed Home.

O, behoove yourself, if ever your can,
of the fervent prayer of a righteous man!

In Dante's 'Inferno' Satan gnaws on Judas Iscariot's head. A curragh is a boat fashioned from wood and ox hides. Saint Brendan of Ireland is the patron saint of sailors and whales. According to legend, he sailed in search of the Promised Land and discovered America centuries before Columbus.



Dante's was a defensive reflex
against religion's hex.
—Michael R. Burch



Dante, you Dunce!
by Michael R. Burch

The earth is hell, Dante, you Dunce!
Which you should have perceived—since you lived here once.
God is no Beatrice, gentle and clever.
Judas and Satan were wise to dissever
from false 'messiahs' who cannot save.
Why flit like a bat through Plato's cave
believing such shadowy illusions are real?
There is no 'hell' but to live and feel!



How Dante Forgot Christ
by Michael R. Burch

Dante ****** the brightest and the fairest
for having loved—pale Helen, wild Achilles—
agreed with his Accuser in the spell
of hellish visions and eternal torments.
His only savior, Beatrice, was Love.
His only savior, Beatrice, was Love,
the fulcrum of his body's, heart's and mind's
sole triumph, and their altogether conquest.
She led him to those heights where Love, enshrined,
blazed like a star beyond religion's hells.
Once freed from Yahweh, in the arms of Love,
like Blake and Milton, Dante forgot Christ.
The Christian gospel is strangely lacking in Milton's and Dante's epics. Milton gave the 'atonement' one embarrassed enjambed line. Dante ****** the Earth's star-crossed lovers to his grotesque hell, while doing exactly what they did: pursing at all costs his vision of love, Beatrice. Blake made more sense to me, since he called the biblical god Nobodaddy and denied any need to be 'saved' by third parties.



Dante's Antes
by Michael R. Burch

There's something glorious about man,
who lives because he can,
who dies because he must,
and in between's a bust.
No god can reign him in:
he's quite intent on sin
and likes it rather, really.
He likes *** touchy-feely.
He likes to eat too much.
He has the Midas touch
and paves hell's ways with gold.
The things he's bought and sold!
He's sold his soul to Mammon
and also plays backgammon
and poker, with such antes
as still befuddle Dantes.
I wonder—can hell hold him?
His chances seem quite dim
because he's rather puny
and also loopy-******.
And yet like Evel Knievel
he dances with the Devil
and seems so **** courageous,
good-natured and outrageous
some God might show him mercy
and call religion heresy.



RE: Paradiso, Canto III
by Michael R. Burch

for the most 'Christian' of poets

What did Dante do,
to earn Beatrice's grace
(grace cannot be earned!)        
but cast disgrace
on the whole human race,
on his peers and his betters,
as a man who wears cheap rayon suits
might disparage men who wear sweaters?
How conventionally 'Christian' — Poet! — to ****
your fellow man
for being merely human,
then, like a contented clam,
to grandly claim
near-infinite 'grace'
as if your salvation was God's only aim!
What a scam!
And what of the lovely Piccarda,
whom you placed in the lowest sphere of heaven
for neglecting her vows —
She was forced!
Were you chaste?



Intimations V
by Michael R. Burch

We had not meditated upon sound
so much as drowned
in the inhuman ocean
when we imagined it broken
open
like a conch shell
whorled like the spiraling hell
of Dante's 'Inferno.'
Trapped between Nature
and God,
what is man
but an inquisitive,
acquisitive
sod?
And what is Nature
but odd,
or God
but a Clod,
and both of them horribly flawed?



Endgame
by Michael R. Burch

The honey has lost all its sweetness,
the hive—its completeness.
Now ambient dust, the drones lie dead.
The workers weep, their King long fled
(who always had been ****, invisible,
his 'kingdom' atomic, divisible,
and pathetically risible) .
The queen has flown,
long Dis-enthroned,
who would have gladly given all she owned
for a promised white stone.
O, Love has fled, has fled, has fled...
Religion is dead, is dead, is dead.

The drones are those who drone on about the love of God in a world full of suffering and death: dead prophets, dead pontiffs, dead preachers. Spewers of dead words and false promises. The queen is disenthroned, as in Dis-enthroned. In Dante's Inferno, the lower regions of hell are enclosed within the walls of Dis, a city surrounded by the Stygian marshes. The river Styx symbolizes death and the journey from life to the afterlife. But in Norse mythology, Dis was a goddess, the sun, and the consort of Heimdal, himself a god of light. DIS is also the stock ticker designation for Disney, creator of the Magic Kingdom. The 'promised white stone' appears in Revelation, which turns Jesus and the Angels into serial killers.



The Final Revelation of a Departed God's Divine Plan
by Michael R. Burch

Here I am, talking to myself again...
******* at God and bored with humanity.
These insectile mortals keep testing my sanity!
Still, I remember when...
planting odd notions, dark inklings of vanity,
in their peapod heads might elicit an inanity
worth a chuckle or two.
Philosophers, poets... how they all made me laugh!
The things they dreamed up! Sly Odysseus's raft;
Plato's 'Republic'; Dante's strange crew;
Shakespeare's Othello, mad Hamlet, Macbeth;
Cervantes' Quixote; fat, funny Falstaff! ;
Blake's shimmering visions. Those days, though, are through...
for, puling and tedious, their 'poets' now seem
content to write, but not to dream,
and they fill the world with their pale derision
of things they completely fail to understand.
Now, since God has long fled, I am here, in command,
reading this crap. Earth is Hell. We're all ******.



Brief Encounters: Other Roman, Italian and Greek Epigrams

No wind is favorable to the man who lacks direction.—Seneca the Younger, translation by Michael R. Burch

Little sparks ignite great Infernos.—Dante, translation by Michael R. Burch

The danger is not aiming too high and missing, but aiming too low and hitting the mark.—Michelangelo, translation by Michael R. Burch

He who follows will never surpass.—Michelangelo, translation by Michael R. Burch

Nothing enables authority like silence.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

My objective is not to side with the majority, but to avoid the ranks of the insane.—Marcus Aurelius, translation by Michael R. Burch

Time is sufficient for anyone who uses it wisely.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

Blinding ignorance misleads us. Myopic mortals, open your eyes! —Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

It is easier to oppose evil from the beginning than at the end.—Leonardo da Vinci, translation by Michael R. Burch

Fools call wisdom foolishness.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch

One true friend is worth ten thousand kin.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch

Not to speak one's mind is slavery.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch

I would rather die standing than kneel, a slave.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch

Fresh tears are wasted on old griefs.—Euripides, translation by Michael R. Burch

Improve yourself by other men's writings, attaining less painfully what they gained through great difficulty.—Socrates, translation by Michael R. Burch

Just as I select a ship when it's time to travel, or a house when it's time to change residences, even so I will choose when it's time to depart from life.―Seneca, speaking about the right to euthanasia in the first century AD, translation by Michael R. Burch

Booksellers laud authors for novel editions
as p-mps praise their wh-res for exotic positions.
—Thomas Campion, Latin epigram, loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch

#POEMS #POETRY #LATIN #ROMAN #ITALIAN #TRANSLATION #MRB-POEMS #MRB-POETRY #MRBPOEMS #MRBPOETRY #MRBLATIN #MRBROMAN #MRBITALIAN #MRBTRANSLATION
Italian poetry translations of Italian, Roman and Latin poets.
Hermes Varini Apr 2023
SICVT COMES DE MONTECRISTO VENIT VINDEX SIGNACVLO SVPREMVS IGNEO
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS PRIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX I VELTRVM


VBI DE TERTIA VIGILIA STAT ANTE SPECVLVM PERSONA IGNEVM MEA
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS SECVNDA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX II VELTRVM


ILLE SECVTOR QVI ARGENTEA LVNA APPAREAT SICVT CHALYBEIO SCVTO AC FLAMMIS
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS TERTIA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX III VELTRVM


ERIT ASHVR ASSYRIORVM DEI LIVIDVS NINIVES IRA AC MEA REBELLIO
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS QVARTA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX IV VELTRVM


FODIT DOMINATOR ΞΙΦIΔΙΩ SENNACHERIB DVELLO LEONEM REGNO IGITVR DIGNVS AC DELVBRO
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS QVINTA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX V VELTRVM


MARS SIGNO ARIETIS PLANETA IGNEM FERENS SPLENDENDO AC PHÆTHON
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS SEXTA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX VI VELTRVM


VINDICIS SVNT CHARYBDIS IGNEA PRODITVRA NOCTIS VEXILLA
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS SEPTIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX VII VELTRVM


HOSTIVM SIT HORA VBI SANGVINEAM TENEO IN VVLNERE LAMINAM
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS OCTAVA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX VIII VELTRVM


TO ΓAΡ EMON ΕIΔΩΛΟΝ EΠEPXETAI KAI AΛHΘΩΣ O ΟΦΙΣ
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS NONA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX IX VELTRVM


SVPREMVS FLAMMÆ MAGISTER AC GERMANICA LINGVA VERÐR NOMINE
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS DECIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX X VELTRVM


AVRÆ EIΔΩΛΩ DE VELTRVM IGNE LÆTI REVOLVVNT IGITVR SPIRÆ
PRISTINÆ HΧΩ CAMPANÆ THΣ ΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗΣ AC DOMITORIS
HÆC REGIS HORA VLTIONIS SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS I
ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΔE ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

ΤO ΕIΝΑΙ ΩΣΠEP H ΔYΝΑΜΙΣ


HENRICI VII SOLE VISENS RVBRO MONIMENTA VICTORIS
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS VNDECIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XI VELTRVM


VBIQVMQVE BIFRONS NEPTVNI CINXIT NEREA IANVS
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS DVODECIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX XII VELTRVM


FLAMMA O ANAPXOΣ FVLMEN DONANS COCYTI RVBRA
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS TERTIA DECIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XIII VELTRVM


NVNC TIBI ARES COMMENDO ME TEVCRVS EΠIΦANEIA AC IGNEM
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS QVARTA DECIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX XIV VELTRVM


CVM STATVO VLTIONI ARAM AC VASTO TYRII COLVMNAS
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS QVINTA DECIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XV VELTRVM


VALE INIVRIA IAM TEMPESTATE NOCTIS OBDVRAT IMAGO
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS SEXTA DECIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX XVI VELTRVM


DOLEBIS CVM SPATHAM DESTRINGAM IGNAVE ANIMO INIMICE
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS SEPTIMA DECIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XVII VELTRVM


SOLI INVICTO SIVE IN THRACOS AVDACES SAGITTIFEROSVE SCYTHAS
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS DVODEVIGESIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX XVIII VELTRVM


ÆSTVOSI INCENDIVM REDDE MIHI VICTORIAM TEMPLI SIGILLO
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ DRACONIS STAT VLTIONIS VNDEVIGESIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XIX VELTRVM


VBI MEAM ALABASTRI IN RVPE VLTIONEM INSCVLPSI SOLISQVE ANNO MXCVII
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS VIGESIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX ** VELTRVM


AVRÆ DE VELTRVM IMAGINE REVOLVVNT IGITVR IGNE LÆTI SPIRÆ
ANTIQVÆ AD VESPERVM SONO CAMPANÆ APOCALYPSEOS
HOC DOMITORIS DIE VINDICTÆ SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS II

VELTRVM ILLE NOMINE QVI CHALYBEIO DIXIT MIHI IN SPECVLO

EGO SVM TVVM HVIVS EIΔΩΛON NOCTIS A ET Ω DVM

ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

O ΔE OVERMAN

  
VBI FVLGIDAM DEFIXI SICAM AC MIDÆ LIBERAVI FVLGOREM AVRO
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ VLTIONIS STAT DRACONIS VIGESIMA PRIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XXI VELTRVM


ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ H ΤΡΙAΣ THΣ DYNAMEOΣ AC DE HÖÐR EXPVGNATOR SECVRI
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS VIGESIMA SECVNDA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX XXII VELTRVM


VNIVERSALIS INFAMIÆ FVLMINE IN TERRA AC PROPHETIA VLTOR
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ VLTIONIS STAT DRACONIS VIGESIMA TERTIA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XXIII VELTRVM


TITATVM IN SPECVLO CANO QVI MYSTICIS STYGOS VINCET VNDIS
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS VIGESIMA QVARTA
VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO SIT HICINE NOMINE MAGNÆ
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX XXIV VELTRVM


CÆSAR QVEM FERREO PHRYGIÆ VINDICEM DIXI CALAMO
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ VLTIONIS STAT DRACONIS VIGESIMA QVINTA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XXV VELTRVM


VENIT NERONIS VMBRA DIVI IGNEA MIHI AC LYCAON REGNANS
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS VIGESIMA SEXTA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX XXVI VELTRVM


VBI THORAX SICVT SPECVLVM CÆCANS REFLEXIT MEVS SPLENDOREM IRÆ
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ VLTIONIS STAT DRACONIS VIGESIMA SEPTIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XXVII VELTRVM


SPONTE SVA SE MACTAT DE TYR MALLEO IPSE CERBERI INGNISQVE SACERDOS
HIEME IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS VIGESIMA OCTAVA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
O ΜEΓΑΣ ΒΑΣΙΛΕYΣ EΠΙΦAΝΕΙΑ ΕIΣ EΡΕΒΟΣ

REX XXVIII VELTRVM


ΦΛΟΓΙ THΣ ΤΙΜΩΡIΑΣ MEO DE CHALYBE HOC SPECVLO AC NOCTIS
TONITRV IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ VLTIONIS STAT DRACONIS VNDETRICESIMA
SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC SPATHA
HOC ILLE EX SPECVLO NOCTIS MEO

REX XXIX VELTRVM


ÆGIR QVI NOSTRI INFAMIAM SVBIGET SÆCLI AC OMNIA GERMANICVS
FVLMINE IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ STAT VINDICTÆ DRACONIS
TRICESIMA
SIVE VLTIONIS DE VNIVERSO MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE
ΚΑΤOΠΤΡΩ THΣ NYKTOΣ O ANAΞ AYTOΣ

REX *** VELTRVM


AVRÆ ΕIΔΩ DE VELTRVM REVOLVVNT IGITVR IGNE LÆTI SPIRÆ
PRISTINÆ HΧΩ CAMPANÆ THΣ ΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗΣ AC CLAMORE AQVILÆ
HÆC REGIS HORA VLTIONIS SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS III
ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

TO ΓIΓΝΕΣΘΑΙ ΩΣΠEP H EΠIΔΟΣΙΣ ΔYΝΑΜΙ


ERIT NJÖRÐR QVADORVM IMAGINE MEA VIS CHALYBIS VNA ET HEPHÆSTI IRA
ΩΣ ΑYΤΩΣ EΠΙΣΤΡΟΦH TO ΚYΜΑ THΣ EΜΠΡΗΣΕΩΣ EK TOY EMOY ΕIΣΟΠΤΡΟY
OVERMAN VLTOR SIVE VXD KOΣMΩ POTENTIÆ IN RECVRSV
CVSTOS QVI OYΣIΩΣΘAI LABORE DICITVR ESSE SOLIS

VELTRVM.
A composition of mine in Classical Latin and ancient Greek. The title VELTRVM is a latinization (neuter) of Dante's Veltro, the Greyhound, in Canto I of the Inferno, whose prophecy is herein superhumanly exceeded into One Universal Avenger, the Restorer of the ΛOΓΟΣ as Order, appearing through thirty historical phases, which form the relevant pentastic stanzas. At each phase He is manifested as a king (REX I, REX II, REX III, etc.) and at each phase recurs more powerful (KOΣMΩ POTENTIÆ IN RECVRSV) taking the form of a fiery coil of a dragon (IGNEA H ΣΠΕIΡΑ), thus ruling over the future, as well as the past, through an ultimate spiral-like historical-cosmic purification at length merging into One Force with the image of the narrator (IMAGINE MEA VIS CHALYBIS VNA). Allegorically, the thirty coils of the Great Vengeance as well as Rebellion (cosmically intended as touching, also, whatsoever intrinsic human limit) revolve (REVOLVVNT) three times at the sound of an Apocalyptic Bell (HΧΩ CAMPANÆ THΣ ΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗΣ), upon the appearance of REX (king) X, ** and ***, as his own human, that is, overhuman image reverberates over these coils, which are golden (AVRÆ EIΔΩΛΩ DE VELTRVM SPIRÆ). This indicates a threefold sequence of three historical decenaries (DECENARIVS I, II, III):

AVRÆ EIΔΩΛΩ DE VELTRVM IGNE LÆTI REVOLVVNT IGITVR SPIRÆ
PRISTINÆ HΧΩ CAMPANÆ THΣ ΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗΣ AC DOMITORIS
HÆC REGIS HORA VLTIONIS SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS I
ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΔE ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

ΤO ΕIΝΑΙ ΩΣΠEP H ΔYΝΑΜΙΣ


AVRÆ DE VELTRVM IMAGINE REVOLVVNT IGITVR IGNE LÆTI SPIRÆ
ANTIQVÆ AD VESPERVM SONO CAMPANÆ APOCALYPSEOS
HOC DOMITORIS DIE VINDICTÆ SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS II

VELTRVM ILLE NOMINE QVI CHALYBEIO DIXIT MIHI IN SPECVLO

EGO SVM TVVM HVIVS EIΔΩΛON NOCTIS A ET Ω DVM

ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

O ΔE OVERMAN


AVRÆ ΕIΔΩ DE VELTRVM REVOLVVNT IGITVR IGNE LÆTI SPIRÆ
PRISTINÆ HΧΩ CAMPANÆ THΣ ΑΠΟΚΑΛΥΨΗΣ AC CLAMORE AQVILÆ
HÆC REGIS HORA VLTIONIS SIVE HISTORIÆ DECENARIVS III
ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

TO ΓIΓΝΕΣΘΑΙ ΩΣΠEP H EΠIΔΟΣΙΣ ΔYΝΑΜΙ


The core elements in my notion of Triad of Power, Being as Power (ΤO ΕIΝΑΙ ΩΣ H ΔYΝΑΜΙΣ), the Overman (O ΔE OVERMAN) and Becoming as Increase in Power (TO ΓΊΓΝΕΣΘΑΙ ΩΣ ΔYΝΑΜΙ H EΠIΔΟΣΙΣ) accordingly appear within a tripartite historical sequence.

ΔIA ΓAP TO EMON ΚΑΤOΠΤΡON KAI APXAIA ΦΛOΓI O ΤΙΜΩΡOΣ

Through my Mirror and the Ancient Blaze (with reference to Dante, Inferno, Canto XXVI, 85 ff.), thus the Avenger.  

As in Dante, Henry VII, Holy Roman Emperor († 1313) is mentioned (HENRICI VII SOLE VISENS RVBRO MONIMENTA VICTORIS). An influence from the Theology of History and the rhythmical REVOLVERE ÆTATES (the unfolding of the sequences of historical eras) in the Liber Figurarum of Joachim of Fiore († 1202), as well as from Nostradamus’ († 1566) Centuries may thus be noticed. The final anagram VXD reads VINDEX XYSTO DÆMON, or "the Avenger Demon (in the Greek sense of "ΔΑIΜΩΝ") through the Xystus (an ancient portico with columns, instrumental ablative)". It also translates, in Roman numerals, as "Five, Ten, Five Hundred", having thus a precise prophetic-historical meaning, akin to the one in Dante's Purgatorio, XXXIII, 43. As in John Scotus Eriugena’s († 877) Carmina, the text is capitalized. References to Classical and Norse mythology are included.


SIVE VINDICTÆ KOΣMΩ MAGNÆ AC TEMPORE

Or through the Universe (KOΣMΩ, instrumental dative) of the Great Revenge (VINDICTÆ... MAGNÆ), and the Time (AC TEMPORE, a historical time, as thus one with the Force of the Cosmos).

VBI DE TERTIA VIGILIA STAT ANTE SPECVLVM PERSONA IGNEVM MEA

Where, at Midnight (DE TERTIA VIGILIA), my Person before the Fiery Mirror stands.

FODIT DOMINATOR ΞΙΦIΔΙΩ SENNACHERIB DVELLO LEONEM REGNO IGITVR DIGNVS AC DELVBRO

Sennacherib the Ruler (king of the Neo-Assyrian Empire, † 681 B.C.), in single combat (DVELLO) the Lion he pierces with the Dagger (ΞΙΦIΔΙΩ), thus of his Kingdom and of the Shrine (proving himself) worthy (REGNO IGITVR DIGNVS AC DELVBRO). (This scene refers to real Assyrian customs as portrayed in bas-reliefs.)

ILLE SECVTOR QVI ARGENTEA LVNA APPAREAT SICVT CHALYBEIO SCVTO AC FLAMMIS

He, the Secutor (a type of Roman gladiator, with his face masked), who appears through the Silvery Moon as the Shield of Steel, and the Flames.

VINDICIS SVNT CHARYBDIS IGNEA PRODITVRA NOCTIS VEXILLA

The Fiery Banners of the Night of Charybdis the Avenger (a sea monster in Greek mythology) are about to issue forth.

FLAMMA O ANAPXOΣ FVLMEM DONANS COCYTI RVBRA

The Sovereign (O ANAPXOΣ, also "ruler") giving the Thunderbolt, through the Red Flame of Cocytus (frozen infernal lake, now turned into fire, to be found in Circle IX of the Inferno).

CVM STATVO VLTIONI ARAM AC VASTO TYRII COLVMNAS

When I ***** a Shrine to Vengeance (god), and devastate the Columns at Tyrus.

SOLI INVICTO SIVE IN THRACOS AVDACES SAGITTIFEROSVE SCYTHAS

To Sol Invictus (the Unconquered Sun, a solar deity of the late Roman Empire), both among the Bold Thracians and the Arrow-bearing Scythians.

VBI THORAX SICVT SPECVLVM CÆCANS REFLEXIT MEVS SPLENDOREM IRÆ

Where my Cuirass, like a Mirror, reflected the blinding Glare of the Rage.

VBI MEAM ALABASTRI IN RVPE VLTIONEM INSCVLPSI SOLISQVE ANNO MXCVII

Where I have graven my Vengeance (MEAM… VLTIONEM INSCVLPSI), and that of the Sun (SOLISQVE), within the Rocky Cliff of Alabaster (ALBASTRI IN RVPE), in the year 1097 (ANNO MXCVII).

VENIT NERONIS VMBRA DIVI IGNEA MIHI AC LYCAON REGNANS

Came to me, the Fiery Shadow of the Godlike Nero, and the ruling Lycaon (legendary king of Arcadia).

NVNC TIBI ARES COMMENDO ME TEVCRVS EΠIΦANEIA AC IGNEM

Now I entrust myself to thee, Ares (Greek god of war, the Roman Mars, vocative), I the Trojan, (TEVCRVS) through the Mirror, (EΠIΦANEIA, also 'appearance') and the Fire (AC IGNEM).

ΩΣ ΑYΤΩΣ EΠΙΣΤΡΟΦH TO ΚYΜΑ THΣ EΜΠΡΗΣΕΩΣ EK TOY EMOY ΕIΣΟΠΤΡΟY

Not otherwise than thus, through the Return, the Wave of the Blaze, from out my Mirror.


Molti son li animali a cui s'ammoglia,
e più saranno ancora, infin che 'l veltro
verrà, che la farà morir con doglia.

Many are the animals with whom she (the she-wolf) mates, and
there shall be more still, until the greyhound shall
come, who shall make her die in pain.

Dante, Inferno, Canto I, 100-102.


Emperor Probus († A.D. 282, assassinated) was particularly devoted to the cult of the Sol Invictus, as herein evoked.

FVLMINE TO ΔE ΠΡΟΦΗΤΙΚOΝ ΠNEYMA AC VOX

Through the Lightning, the Prophetic Spirit and the Voice.
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