Tristia 3.12

 

Transylvania


Iam uiolam puerique legunt hilaresque puellae,
rustica quae nullo nata serente uenit



Come gather
flowers
laughing children

from the
unploughed
earth

spring comes
even to
Otherworld

buds
break out
where they can

few trees
no vines
no carts

crossing
the river
ships

come
with news
from home

have I been
pardoned
yet?

Posted by Ovid at 5:19 pm