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| a grave at the Novodevichy Cemetery, Moscow, courtesy of Tess at The Mag |
434 I may seem mad
I may seem mad to you, but I say this for myself:
I would not be seen as mad; but why am I seen thus?
You say, Because you are always loved, because you are always in love.
And I say, If this is madness, may the gods keep me mad forever!
Translated in my own fashion, from the Latin of Seneca or pseudo-Seneca, and encouraged by Tess at The Mag. Many more inscriptions can be found here.
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23 comments:
May the gods keep us all forever mad, Isabel, if Seneca is to be believed.
Love that last line.
mmmm...madness and love..bread and butter for poets....loved your piece..x
True; love is madness.
May madness reighn forever!
rel
Wow- I really like this, Isabel.
Enjoyed your response to this weeks mag
Mad- crazy mad I feel, to choose a red wedge over the flowers she has dropped! Thanks.
dropped flowers
now there's an image
wonderful magpie
yes love is a bit of madness....and i have been touched...but i would have it no other way...smile.s
Love is indeed madness...
Lovely! Like Brian, I too have been touched by this madness, and have been thus spoilt forever.
Only the mad ones are interesting, so they say.
Love this.
nicely done....thanks for sharing this
I'll say 'Hear, hear' to that plea!
Madly in love is a place I've ventured a few times ... nicely written.
Let the madness reign!
;)
Joyful assertiveness..... a refreshing outlook. Thank you for sharing your poem, Isabel
Amen to that!
Ah, the madness of love, and lovers.
Eternal madness and love.......! Yup. Do me just dandy!
It seems the onlookers are envious . . .
The madness of love is wonderful!
Anna :o]
madness on a dew line trickle from my being
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