I saw a man,
An old Cilician, who occupied
An acre or two of land that no one wanted,
A patch not worth the ploughing, unrewarding
For flocks, unfit for vinyards; he however
By planting here and there among the scrub
Cabbages or white lilies and verbena
And flimsy poppies, fancied himself a king
In wealth, and coming home late in the evening
Loaded his board with unbought delicacies.
From The Georgics, by Virgil.
Translated by LP Wilkinson
From the “Successfully Raw” newsletter by “The Raw Food Coach” Karen Knowler.
Based on Random Daze theme by Polaraul