by F.

HBO’s Rome, considered as a whole, is the best movie ever. Ever. Over the last two days, my wife and I watched all of Season 2. I’m still recovering emotionally. Wow. Antony’s descent is particularly crushing, though the survival of Caesarian with Pullo was a wonderful touch (if not historically accurate). I can’t believe the series is over. Here’s a suitable elegy from Auden:

The piers are pummelled by the waves;
In a lonely field the rain
Lashes an abandoned train;
Outlaws fill the mountain caves.

Fantastic grow the evening gowns;
Agents of the Fisc pursue
Absconding tax-defaulters through
The sewers of provincial towns.

Private rites of magic send
The temple prostitutes to sleep;
All the literati keep
An imaginary friend.

Cerebrotonic Cato may
Extol the Ancient Disciplines,
But the muscle-bound Marines
Mutiny for food and pay.

Caesar’s double-bed is warm
As an unimportant clerk
On a pink official form.

Unendowed with wealth or pity,
Little birds with scarlet legs,
Sitting on their speckled eggs,
Eye each flu-infected city.

Altogether elsewhere, vast
Herds of reindeer move across
Miles and miles of golden moss,
Silently and very fast.