I'm starting to get kind of creeped out by Catullus' obsession with me. I don't think he understands that I'm not looking for a relationship, just a good time. He keeps trying to be deep, but I'm just not ready for that type of commitment. He put this poem in my hand today when I left.
QVAERIS, quot mihi basiationes
tuae, Lesbia, sint satis superque.
quam magnus numerus Libyssae harenae
lasarpiciferis iacet Cyrenis
oraclum Iouis inter aestuosi
et Batti ueteris sacrum sepulcrum;
aut quam sidera multa, cum tacet nox,
furtiuos hominum uident amores:
tam te basia multa basiare
uesano satis et super Catullo est,
quae nec pernumerare curiosi
possint nec mala fascinare lingua.
You ask how many of your kisses are more than enough for me
Lesbia.
As great a number as the grains of Libyan sand
that lies on the silphium-bearing Cyrene
between the oracle of the sultry Jovis
and the sacred tomb of old Batti
or as many as the stars, when the night is silent,
that see the secret affairs of men
then to kiss you with so many kisses
it is enough and more than enough for your Catullus
which neither can be counted by curiosity
nor an evil tongue bewitch
.... You see what I mean? I don't know how he could be so foolish to think that I feel the same way....or that he's the only other man I'm seeing. I'll have to show him the truth, before his obsessions get even worse.
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Catullus- what other men?
ReplyDeleteLesbia- Look, I thought you knew that you weren't the only man I was seeing. How could you be so foolish to think that I wanted another husband-type?
ReplyDeleteCatullus- No, I didn't know about them! I can't believe you!
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