Ad Thaliarchum - The Last Romans

Vides ut alta stet nive candidum Soracte nec iam sustineant onus silvae laborantes geluque flumina constiterint acuto. Dissolve frigus ligna super foco large reponens atque benignius deprome quadrimum Sabina o Thaliarche, merum diota. Permitte divis cetera, qui simul stravere ventos aequore fervido deproeliantes, nec cupressi nec veteres agitantur orni. Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere et, quem Fors dierum cumque dabit, lucro adpone nec dulces amores sperne, puer, neque tu choreas, donec virenti canities abest morosa. Nunc et campus et areae lenesque sub noctem susurri composita repetantur hora, nunc et latentis proditor intimo gratus puellae risus ab angulo pignusque dereptum lacertis aut digito male pertinaci. A poem about winter and the joys of youth lost by age, by Horatius. Set to pictures from my attempt to scale a mountain in the Alps in Roman armour of the 4th century, this is a reinterpretation of Horatius poem, in the sense that classical Rome’s waning days in late antiquity saw the loss of y