Love
Carmen LXXXIII (Cornish)
Translated by F. W. Cornish (Loeb, 1913) · From The Poems of Catullus (Loeb, 1913)
Lesbia says many hard things to me in the presence of her husband, a great joy to the fool. Dull mule, you understand nothing. If she forgot me and were silent, she would be heart-whole. But as it is, her snarling and railing means this: she not only remembers, but—a much more serious thing—she is angry; that is, she burns, and so she talks.
This translation is printed as prose in its source edition.
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MLA
Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “Carmen LXXXIII (Cornish).” Translated by F. W. Cornish. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/189/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “Carmen LXXXIII (Cornish).” Translated by F. W. Cornish. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/189/.
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