[To his Soul]
Animula vagula blandula,
hospes comesque corporis,
quae nunc abibis in loca,
pallidula, rigida, nudula,
nec ut soles dabis iocos?
Hadrian
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[To his Soul]
Pondering, wandering
minuscule molecule,
where will you go now,
miniature soul,
rigidly, frigidly
knackered and naked
unless to a sunless
humourless hole?
Translated from the Latin
by Duncan Forbes
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