Tonight’s instalment

CATULLUS 104

How can I curse my love, the one I prize

above all else, dearer than my own eyes?

One harsh vile word ? one syllable thereof?

I can't; I am so deeply lost in love.

But you'll say what you want to put her down

snarl like a monster, giggle like a clown.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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