Roz Kaveney (rozk) wrote,
Roz Kaveney
rozk

CATULLUS 38

Cornificius, I'm so very sad.
Oh god, I'm sad, and it is getting worse
each hour, each day. And you are really bad
at kissing it all better. The reverse

is true. I'm pissed that you can't soothe
my pain with comfort. I am sadder than
Simonides, the poet of doleful truth,
who tried and failed to find an honest man.
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