Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

This is an odd little poem anyway

and it came out a lot odder once I decided to play with rhyme a little bit...

CATULLUS 82
Quintus, I'm sure you would despise
some thief who with a scalpel pries
the eyes from someone's head. Surprise!
You are that thief. There's things I prize
more than my life, my heart, my eyes.
And you took that. With all your lies.
You pried my eyes.
Or what I prize
more than my eyes.
What a surprise
You told the lies and are the thing that you despise.
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