Emperor Hadrian faces death

Animula, vagula, blandula
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos.

P. Aelius Hadrianus Imp.

Gentle little soul, fluttering, flickering,
Guest and companion of my body,
Drifting, descending for parts
Dark, forbidding, and barren,
Linger still to play once more on these sunlit shores.

Translated by Neel Burton

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Author: Neel Burton

Neel Burton is a psychiatrist, philosopher, writer, and wine-lover who lives and teaches in Oxford, England. He is author of Hypersanity: Thinking Beyond Thinking, The Meaning of Madness, Heaven and Hell: The Psychology of the Emotions, and other books. You can find Neel on Twitter and Facebook, and at www.neelburton.com

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