AD ATTICUM
AD ATTICUM
[CICERO. 48 B. C.]
How hot it is! Faint waves of heat steam up
From the burnt sand without, like threads of glass,
Blurring the vision. In the dark, cool rooms
Within, all are asleep, and not a sound
AD ATTICUM
[CICERO. 48 B. C.]
How hot it is! Faint waves of heat steam up
From the burnt sand without, like threads of glass,
Blurring the vision. In the dark, cool rooms
Within, all are asleep, and not a sound