A Dedication
To whom do I dedicate the pleasant little book
polished dry with a pumice stone?
Cornelius, to you, for you were accustomed
to think my nonsense worth something already
when you alone of the Italians
dared to explain all ages in three labored scrolls,
oh Jupiter, and labored over
therefore, have for yourself this book, whatever it is
O protectress maiden,
may it remain lasting,
for more than one century.
How Many Kisses
You ask how many kisses,
Lesbia, will be enough for me.
As big a number as the Libyan sands that lie
laserpicium-bearing at Cyrene
or how many stars, with the silent night,
see the secret loves of men.
So many kisses are enough and more
for insane Catullus
to kiss you.
Death of a Pet Sparrow
Mourn, oh Venuses and Coups
and how many charming people!
The girl’s sparrow is dead,
the sparrow- delight of my girl
who that girl loved more than her own eyes.
For he was honey sweet, and had known
the girl better than a girl knows her mother.
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- Spring '08
- COLLINS
- Homosexuality, English-language films, Oral sex, Catullus, Virginity, anal sex
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