of Marcus Valerius Martial, Calatayud (BŪlbilis).
Five Ancient Poems on Literary Critics
A Good Reason
You wonder why I never ask you if youíve read my book?
Iím not one of those narcissistic bores
who fishes around for praise with such a thinly baited hook.
Besides, Iím worried youíll ask if Iíve read
The Way It Is
You gladly take work as a reviewer, Myron,
but then find fault with every book you read.
You have to learn to moderate your opinion:
you canít be totally honest and succeed.
You call my epigrams verbose and lacking in concision
while you yourself write nothing. Wise
You praise long-dead authors rapturously;
the living ones you savage or ignore,
but since your praise canít grant immortality
I really donít think itís worth dying for.
Everyoneís A Critic
Dad, you asked to read my poems, but now, five pages in,
I see the sighs and stifled yawns begin.
I understand long, complex poems donít interest everyone,
so this short oneís for you. (Thatís it.
Adapted from the Latin of Martial by
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