Social Commentaries
On the Spectacles, 11 (Ker)
Translated by Walter C. A. Ker (1919–20) · From Epigrams (Loeb, 1919–20)
While on the bloody sand a bear whirled with lowered head, he lost the escape that bird-lime clogged. Let now the burnished hunting spears, their steel hidden, lie at rest, nor the lance fly hurled from projected arm; let the hunter take his prey in the empty air, if by the fowler's art one may catch beasts.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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Martial. “On the Spectacles, 11 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/313/.
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Martial. “On the Spectacles, 11 (Ker).” Translated by Walter C. A. Ker. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/martial/313/.
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