A Golden Age

by Virgil — a poem card from Justes Mots

Virgil's poem imagines a Golden Age returning through the birth of a divine child, with nature responding miraculously to his arrival—goats eager to nurse him, flowers blooming without thorns, honey dripping freely. As the child grows, human desires corrupt paradise: merchants roam seas, robbers build forts, and the spell of innocence lifts. The poem reflects on cyclical history and the inevitable intrusion of human ambition into Eden.

Muses of Sicily, if I rehearse
Our peasants’ pleasures, toils, in Latin verse,
I owe your idylls that my heart beats true
To the kind honest lot that once I knew;
And frames visions I have seen,
Still, in woods and pastures green.

Nature, changed, lives. Ages-leaves in a blast—…

Themes: birthday · wedding · anniversary · graduation