by Tara Martin
Haec epistula // est mea
mi composuit idem haud
orbi. Dicere fama quae
natura atque animo pio.
Palmis nuntius eius et
creditur tuitis neque.
Mei — Pectus — ob eam viri
deus invidus est enim.
observare ita non cum eo
vult ut ludere nolimus
alter malimus altero.
This is my letter to the World
That never wrote to Me —
The simple News that Nature told —
With tender Majesty
Her Message is committed
To Hands I cannot see —
For love of Her — Sweet — countrymen —
Judge tenderly — of me
God is indeed a jealous God —
He cannot bear to see
That we had rather not with Him
But with each other play.
About the Author
Tara Martin is a senior at the College of William & Mary and a member of the
Omega Chapter. While she originally took Latin to fill her language requirement,
it quickly became her favorite class. Tara began transcribing Emily Dickinson into
Latin to get a better grip on grammar, but adding meter turned the poems into a
puzzle more difficult than a newspaper crossword at the end of the week. Writing in
meter required several vocabulary changes and an in-depth review of the metrical
rules of Latin. Virgil working at about a line a day was an impressive feat.
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