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Fronto to My Lord M. Aurelius AntoninusAuthor(s): Philip MurraySource: Arion, Vol. 2, No. 2 (Summer, 1963), p. 28Published by: Trustees of Boston UniversityStable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/20162832 .
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FRONTO TO MY LORD M. AURELIUS ANTONINUS1
Philip Murray
. . . nepotem in Germania amisi, miserum me! Decimanum
nostrum amisi. Ferreus si essem, plura scrihere non possem isto in temp?re.
Fronto, de nepote amisso, 165 A.D.
My lord, have you some words, Some maxim of philosophy To comfort your old rhetorician And his grief-stricken family?
My daughter's only son,
My one
grandson, age three, Dear
darUng Decimanus, To bed forever, so
early.
Our sweet proconsul of grapes,
Our tender auspex of doves
And sparrows and chickens, Little boy Love;
Who strewed the courtyard With tablets and paper scraps, Those things I wish him to want, No harm in that;
Who cried "Give me"
Boldly to the sun's face; Who drowned his doll in the fountain And frowned at the disgrace;
Who followed me everywhere PrattUng my name;
Who could not be kept indoors, And wept to play in the rain;
He was as blond, as blue as?
But similes fail me. What can Reason avail me
For such a loss, my lord?
The child Decimanus is dead. Can an old man endure?
If I were of iron, I could write no more.
1 Reprinted from The Hudson Review (Vol. xv, no. 4, Winter,
1962-63 ) by kind permission of the editor.
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