Friday Night Poetry: Classical Poetry
Here's a poem from classical times. I can't find decent information on Lucilius but he lived at least a couple of thousand years ago. His poem sounds like Falstaff or modern slapstick.
The Timid Veteran
Calpurnius, our favorite miles gloriosus,
Strayed into an art gallery, and there
Ran into a mural of the Trojan War.
He goggled, swooned, crying I yield
O comrade Trojans, belov'd of the War-God!
We brought him to.
He asked where he was wounded,
And insisted on paying ransom to the wall.
The Timid Veteran
Calpurnius, our favorite miles gloriosus,
Strayed into an art gallery, and there
Ran into a mural of the Trojan War.
He goggled, swooned, crying I yield
O comrade Trojans, belov'd of the War-God!
We brought him to.
He asked where he was wounded,
And insisted on paying ransom to the wall.
—Lucilius
Labels: Friday Night Poetry II