Love
IX: Dear Veranius, you of all my comrades
Translated by Robinson Ellis (1871) · From The Poems and Fragments of Catullus (1871)
Dear Veranius, you of all my comrades
Worth, you only, a many goodly thousands,
Speak they truly that you your hearth revisit,
Brothers duteous, homely mother aged?
Yes, believe them. O happy news, Catullus!
I shall see him alive, alive shall hear him,
Tribes Iberian, uses, haunts, declaring
As his wont is; on him my neck reclining
Kiss his flowery face, his eyes delightful.
Now, all men that have any mirth about you,
Know ye happier any, any blither?
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “IX: Dear Veranius, you of all my comrades.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/8/.
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Catullus, Gaius Valerius. “IX: Dear Veranius, you of all my comrades.” Translated by Robinson Ellis. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/catullus/8/.
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