Ipsitilla? What kind of name is that? Who is she? Catullus left on a boat without saying any goodbyes. He's just come back and this is one of the poems he writes. I don't know why it bothers me so much, it's not like I love Catullus. He annoys me with his clingy-ness. Whatever, he can have his other women, I've certainly had other men. But could he really, truly love her? I never thought he'd get over me...
AMABO, mea dulcis Ipsitilla,
meae deliciae, mei lepores,
iube ad te ueniam meridiatum.
et si iusseris, illud adiuuato,
ne quis liminis obseret tabellam,
neu tibi lubeat foras abire,
sed domi maneas paresque
nobis nouem continuas fututiones.
uerum si quid ages, statim iubeto:
nam pransus iaceo et satur supinus
pertundo tunicamque palliumque.
I love you, my sweet Ipsitilla,
my darling, my charm,
I beg you to indulge in a midday siesta with me
and if you're willing, do me a favor
that no one bolt the panel of your door
nor that you leave and go out of doors as you please
but stay at home and prepare for us
to have sex nine continuous times
Truthfully if you want it, ask me immediately
For I have eaten lunch and I am full and i laid down on my back
on my bedcovers and boring a hole through my tunic
Why does this poem bother me so much?! I'm the one that broke up with him, yet this poem makes me nauseous. What am I going to do?
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Catullus- Look who's jealous now..
ReplyDeleteLesbia- I'm not jealous. Where did you find this one?
ReplyDeleteCatullus- We fell in love when I was traveling in my boat
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