The last for tonight

CATULLUS 96

Perhaps salt tears taste sweet among the dead,

grief sounds soft music in their silent land –

So long since we were friends – I'll hold your hand.

Share mourning, yearning. Loves the years have shed

like leaves. She died so young, from Fate's harsh blow

Weep, and you bring her joy. Mourn her – she'll know.

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About rozkaveney

Middleaged, trans, novelist, poet, activist
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