This is an odd little poem anyway

and it came out a lot odder once I decided to play with rhyme a little bit…

CATULLUS 82
Quintus, I’m sure you would despise
some thief who with a scalpel pries
the eyes from someone’s head. Surprise!
You are that thief. There’s things I prize
more than my life, my heart, my eyes.
And you took that. With all your lies.
You pried my eyes.
Or what I prize
more than my eyes.
What a surprise
You told the lies and are the thing that you despise.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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One Response to This is an odd little poem anyway

  1. gauroth says:

    Eee! This is wonderfully W S Gilbert! I am really enjoying your Catullus translations (I studied him for Latin A-level a-many years ago). You have really captured the spirit of his poems – even the naughty ones, which I wasn’t allowed to look at for A-level! Bravo!!!!!

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