Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus




Catullus, poem 5

Let us live, my cherished, let us love.

To all the whisperings of our grey-haired critics

we'll pay no mind; they're not worth one plug nickel.

The sun may fall; the sun may yet ascend;

but for us two, when our brief candle's snuffed,

night will be sleep, one sleeping without end.

So kiss me a thousand times --- or just a hundred?

Maybe a thousand more! A second hundred!

Then, if you can, a hundred thousand more,

and when we've taken our whole inventory,

we'll screw it up, and happily forget

how many thousand kisses we've exchanged,

and envious souls will lose their evidence.





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Written on 2021-01-06 at 11:11

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Puer est, et remissi immortales! bene gestis Thomae!
2021-01-06