Septimus held his love Acme and said
‘May I be struck down if I should ever fail
to love you madly? May I rot in jail
get eaten by a lion or drop down dead!’

Cupid sneezed twice in blessing. Acme kissed
her sweet boy’s eyes. ‘My limbs and organs burn
with gorgeous fire. So let us love, and earn
the gifts of our true master. Let him list

us with the truest lovers he has blessed.’
The god sneezed twice more. No one’s ever been
happier than these two or has ever seen
love quite so much more true than all the rest.

Offer them wealth, or provinces to rule,
instead of love – they’d smile and call you fool.


About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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3 Responses to CATULLUS 45

  1. crowleycrow says:

    Top drawer. Really among the sliest and smoothest — the original seems like it must have been complex.

  2. swisstone says:

    I wonder iof Catullus is being sincere here, or perhaps a little sarcastic? The textbooks suggest the former, but I suspect the latter. Any thoughts?

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