Monday, June 30, 2008

Onion Tears

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae,
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
(Catullus 3)

Long did we mourn
poor Lesbia's sparrow
who sang without care
in that sweet lady's lap;
Long do we mourn poor Quintus.
Bird/man the pair unwit players
in four acts of love
whose final chorus
a killing most foul
Curtain rises on Sparrow
as he sips from Love's hand,
and falls in the fading light
of her husband's eyes Long Do
We Mourn poor Quintus
while Lesbia merely laughs,
the motives of the male
too easily understood.
Quintus never saw it coming
and so to Catullus...

(Image: Turner, Ancient Rome, Aggripina landing with the ashes of Germanius)

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