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    The Poems of Catullus
    The Poems of Catullus
    The Poems of Catullus
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    The Poems of Catullus

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    The Poems of Catullus describes the lifestyle of the Latin poet Catullus, his friends, and his lover, Lesbia. Catullus writes about each of his subjects in tones unique to them. With wild stories of the trouble and comradery shared by his friends, Catullus provides insight on more scandalous aspects of high society Roman culture. However, Catullus’ most shocking and compelling subject is his lover, Lesbia, the wife of an aristocrat. The two share a secret and sensual love, taboo not just because of the infidelity, but because Lesbia is many years older than Catullus. Throughout his poems, Catullus depicts their complicated relationship, first in a tender, lustful way, detailing their affairs, then gradually becomes more heated with angst and confusion. In his exploration of their relationship, Catullus embodies the possibility of simultaneously loving and hating someone. With vivid emotion and imagery, The Poems of Catullus provide a clear picture of the poet, his friends, and his lover and invoke a strong impression on its audience.

    Because of the deep emotions infused with each word and the visceral depictions of ancient Roman life, this collection of poetry is relatable to a modern-day audience, and is an essential educational source. Catullus paved the way and inspired change in the art of poetry, influencing countless poets and poetry styles. The Poems of Catullus also helped create the idea of poetry as a profession. The Poems of Catullus serves a valuable and educational source, enlightening audiences on the culture of the upper-class of the late Roman Republic. However, because Catullus also explores the complex human emotions regarding friendship, sex, and love, The Poems of Catullus have proven to be a timeless testament to the duality of humankind, embracing emotions that lie between the extremes in the spectrum of feeling.

    Catering to a contemporary audience, this edition of The Poems of Catullus features a new, eye-catching cover design and is reprinted in a modern font to accompany the timeless exploration of human emotion and the humorous, exciting life events of the influential poet Catullus.

    Since our inception in 2020, Mint Editions has kept sustainability and innovation at the forefront of our mission. Each and every Mint Edition title gets a fresh, professionally typeset manuscript and a dazzling new cover, all while maintaining the integrity of the original book.

    With thousands of titles in our collection, we aim to spotlight diverse public domain works to help them find modern audiences. Mint Editions celebrates a breadth of literary works, curated from both canonical and overlooked classics from writers around the globe.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMint Editions
    Release dateDec 8, 2020
    ISBN9781513274010
    The Poems of Catullus
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    Catullus

    Gauis Valerius Catullus (c.84-54 B.C) was a Latin poet during the late Roman Republic. He was among the few Latin poets that wrote in the neoteric style, focusing on his own life rather than depictions of the classical heroes. Because he wrote about his daily life, which he spent in high Roman society, Catullus shocked but delighted his audience with his raw, and often profane poetry. Catullus’ work is now considered a great source of education for the Latin language and lifestyle.

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      The Poems of Catullus - Catullus

      I

      Who shall take thee, the new, the dainty volume,

      Purfled glossily, fresh with ashy pumice?

      You, Cornelius; you of old did hold them

      Something worthy, the petty witty nothings,

      While you venture, alone of all Italians,

      Time’s vast chronicle in three books to circle,

      Jove! how arduous, how divinely learned!

      Therefore welcome it, yours the little outcast,

      This slight volume. O yet, supreme awarder,

      Virgin, save it in ages on for ever.

      II

      Sparrow, favourite of my own beloved,

      Whom to play with, or in her arms to fondle,

      She delighteth, anon with hardy-pointed

      Finger angrily doth provoke to bite her:

      When my lady, a lovely star to long for,

      Bends her splendour awhile to tricksy frolic;

      Peradventure a careful heart beguiling,

      Pardie, heavier ache perhaps to lighten;

      Might I, like her, in happy play caressing

      Thee, my dolorous heart awhile deliver!

      .….…

      I would joy, as of old the maid rejoiced

      Racing fleetly, the golden apple eyeing,

      Late-won loosener of the wary girdle.

      III

      Weep each heavenly Venus, all the Cupids,

      Weep all men that have any grace about ye.

      Dead the sparrow, in whom my love delighted,

      The dear sparrow, in whom my love delighted.

      Yea, most precious, above her eyes, she held him,

      Sweet, all honey: a bird that ever hail’d her

      Lady mistress, as hails the maid a mother.

      Nor would move from her arms away: but only

      Hopping round her, about her, hence or hither,

      Piped his colloquy, piped to none beside her.

      Now he wendeth along the mirky pathway,

      Whence, they tell us, is hopeless all returning.

      Evil on ye, the shades of evil Orcus,

      Shades all beauteous happy things devouring,

      Such a beauteous happy bird ye took him.

      Ah! for pity; but ah! for him the sparrow,

      Our poor sparrow, on whom to think my lady’s

      Eyes do angrily redden all a-weeping.

      IV

      1

      The puny pinnace yonder you, my friends, discern,

      Of every ship professes agilest to be.

      Nor yet a timber o’er the waves alertly flew

      She might not aim to pass it; oary-wing’d alike

      To fleet beyond them, or to scud beneath a sail.

      Nor here presumes denial any stormy coast

      Of Adriatic or the Cyclad orbed isles,

      A Rhodos immemorial, or that icy Thrace,

      Propontis, or the gusty Pontic ocean-arm,

      Whereon, a pinnace after, in the days of yore

      A leafy shaw she budded; oft Cytorus’ height

      With her did inly whisper airy colloquy.

      2

      Amastris, you by Pontus, you, the box-clad hill

      Of high Cytorus, all, the pinnace owns, to both

      Was ever, is familiar; in the primal years

      She stood upon your hoary top, a baby tree,

      Within your haven early dipt a virgin oar:

      To carry thence a master o’er the surly seas,

      A world of angry water, hail’d to left, to right

      The breeze of invitation, or precisely set

      The sheets together op’d to catch a kindly Jove.

      Nor yet of any power whom the coasts adore

      Was heard a vow to soothe them, all the weary way

      From outer ocean unto glassy quiet here.

      But all the past is over; indolently now

      She rusts, a life in autumn, and her age devotes

      To Castor and with him ador’d, the twin divine.

      V

      Living, Lesbia, we should e’en be loving.

      Sour severity, tongue of eld maligning,

      All be to us a penny’s estimation.

      Suns set only to rise again to-morrow.

      We, when sets in a little hour the brief light,

      Sleep one infinite age, a night for ever.

      Thousand kisses, anon to these an hundred,

      Thousand kisses again, another hundred,

      Thousand give me again, another hundred.

      Then once heedfully counted all the thousands,

      We’ll uncount them as idly; so we shall not

      Know, nor traitorous eye shall envy, knowing

      All those myriad happy many kisses.

      VI

      But that, Flavius, hardly nice or honest

      This thy folly, methinks Catullus also

      E’en had known it, a whisper had betray’d thee.

      Some she-malady, some unhealthy wanton,

      Fires thee verily: thence the shy denial.

      Least, you keep not a lonely night of anguish;

      Quite too clamorous is that idly-feigning

      Couch, with wreaths, with a Syrian odour oozing;

      Then that pillow alike at either utmost

      Verge deep-dinted asunder, all the trembling

      Play, the strenuous unsophistication;

      All, O prodigal, all alike betray thee.

      Why? sides shrunken, a sullen hip disabled,

      Speak thee giddy, declare a misdemeanour.

      So, whatever is yours to tell or ill or

      Good, confess it. A witty verse awaits thee

      And thy lady, to place ye both in heaven.

      VII

      Ask me, Lesbia, what the sum delightful

      Of thy kisses, enough to charm, to tire me?

      Multitudinous as the grains on even

      Lybian sands aromatic of Cyrene;

      ’Twixt Jove’s oracle in the sandy desert

      And where royally Battus old reposeth;

      Yea a company vast as in the silence

      Stars which stealthily gaze on happy lovers;

      E’en so many the kisses I to kiss thee

      Count, wild lover, enough to charm, to tire me;

      These no curious eye can wholly number,

      Tongue of jealousy ne’er bewitch nor harm them.

      VIII

      Ah poor Catullus, learn to play the fool no more.

      Lost is the lost, thou know’st it, and the past is past.

      Bright once the days and sunny shone the light on thee,

      Still ever hasting where she led, the maid so fair,

      By me belov’d as maiden is belov’d no more.

      Was then enacting all the merry mirth wherein

      Thyself delighted, and the maid she said not nay.

      Ah truly bright and sunny shone the days on thee.

      Now she resigns thee; child, do thou resign no less,

      Nor follow her that flies thee, or to bide in woe

      Consent, but harden all thy heart, resolve, endure.

      Farewell, my love. Catullus is resolv’d, endures,

      He will not ask for pity, will not importune.

      But thou’lt be mourning thus

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