I Write Poetry
My version of Catullus 83
When Lesbia’s husband hears her talking me down,
He smiles with delight, the silly old clown.
An ass who knows nothing! If she ignored me
That would be fine. But growling and worrying
Shows she’s thinking of me and my disregard piques –
Put simply – she burns with lust as she speaks.
When Lesbia’s husband hears her talking me down,
He smiles with delight, the silly old clown.
An ass who knows nothing! If she ignored me
That would be fine. But growling and worrying
Shows she’s thinking of me and my disregard piques –
Put simply – she burns with lust as she speaks.
