My Father’s Latin Poetry Translations
As the Romans say, “Your ass is purer than a salt cellar”
I dove into my poetry archives last night. I stumbled onto some of my father’s Latin translation poems, from when he was a young man.
William (Bill) Bright was 21 years old in 1949 when he composed the first poem—and 31 years old in 1959, the year after I was born, when he translated the second.
Yes, he was a Latin nerd, and as you know, those people just have too much fun. They speak to all the essentials of life.
