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CATULLUS POEM 5, An Original Adaptation of an Ancient Roman Love Poem
I am here to repeat ancient wisdom:
What do we care what the joyless say? They should get lost, all of them!
Sun may set then rise again.
Yet once our tiny, brief light is pinched out, We have night, an everlasting night, Nevermore our life under bright blue heaven,
So let’s kiss, and let’s kiss again. Let’s kiss a thousand times, and, then, Let’s do it all over again, those kisses.
How many? How many? How many? How many, you say?
Let’s not number our kisses. There are people with evil eyes, Workers of black magic, They would use their power to hurt us.
CATULLUS
POEM 58, An
Adaptation of an Ancient Roman Love Poem
Johnny!
It’s Lesbia*, our Lesbia, The
Lesbia, that girl Stanley loved, Loved
more than self and all he calls his own, Now
at the Great Hall, Chicago, Union Station, Up
and down the polished marble floors, She
goes high-heeled, black boots, Sports
a short skirt, and an open blouse. Corn,
she husks corn, For every
last one of them, For any
spoiled son of Lincoln with a dollar in his pocket. *Lesbia
was the name of Catullus’ lover, the woman to whom he addressed his
poetry. Her real name was probably Clodia. He did not mean her name
to designate any kind of sexual sexual preference. Carmen
58(in Latin by
CATULLUS) Caeli,
Lesbia nostra, Lesbia illa. illa
Lesbia, quam Catullus unam plus
quam se atque suos amavit omnes, nunc
in quadriviis et angiportis glubit
magnanimi Remi nepotes.
