Love
XXXVIII: Cornificius, ill is your Catullus
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
Cornificius, ill is your Catullus,
Ill, ah heaven, a weary weight of anguish,
More more weary with every day, with each hour.
You deny me the least, the very lightest
Help, one whisper of happy thought to cheer me.
Nay, I'm sorrowful. You to slight my passion?
Ah! one word, but a tiny word to cheer me,
Sad as ever a tear Simonidean.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XXXVIII: Cornificius, ill is your Catullus.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/35/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “XXXVIII: Cornificius, ill is your Catullus.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/35/.
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