“I will not give you reason to imagine, that I think my sentiments of such value as to wish myself to be solicited about them. They are of too little consequence to be very anxiously either communicated or withheld.” “He said: a cornered dish without corners; what sort of a [Read more…]
Fret not my friends for me if I withdraw, Or take less pleasure in your company And am not found where once I used to be; Nor wonder that I am not as before. For true it seems that I am changed, not you, You are ever as you were, [Read more…]
Here is a loose translation of Catullus iii, Lament for Lesbia’s Pet Sparrow, in the form of a sonnet, submitted by guest blogger Patrick Leighton Forse. Catullus‘ poem has 18 lines, but a sonnet has only 14 lines, so some compression has obviously been necessary. The sonnet retains the three [Read more…]
What is it to me oh laurel tree if, before the gaze of the fishermen who fish the Aegean sea it was your bark that bit into the body of Peneus’ lovely daughter, of naked Daphne as she ran through Thessaly as if to flee from the glory of God [Read more…]
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