Friday, September 12, 2008

Catullus 11

Furius and Aurelius, comrades of Catullus, whether he will make his way among the farthest Indians as the shore is pounded afar by the resounding Eastern wave, or among the Hyrcani or soft Arabs, or the Sagae or the arrow-bearing Parthians, or what waters the seven-mouthed Nile colors, or he will walk across the lofty Alps, seeing the monuments of great Caesar, the Gallic Rhine, the rough water, and the farthest Britons, prepared to try all these things at the same time, whatever the will of the sky-dwellers bears, report a few not-good words to my girl: let her live and be well with her adulterers, whom having embraced she holds three hundred at a time, loving none truly, but at the same time breaking the thighs of all, and let her not look for my love as before, which the fault of that one has fallen like a flower at the edge of a field after it has been touched by a passing plow.

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