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256 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1989
If only I could play with it as she does
and relieve the torments other sad soul!
Let us live, my Lesbia, and let us love,
and let us value all the rumors of
more severe old men at only a penny!
Miserable Catullus, stop being a fool,
and may you consider what you see has perished, perished.
Bright suns once shone for you
when you would always come where the girl led,
a girl beloved by us as no girl will be loved.
I will butt-fuck and face-fuck you,
bottom Aurelius and sex-slave Furius,
...for as soon as I look
at you, Lesbia, nothing of a voice remains
in my mouth.
For what lioness which gave birth to you under a lone crag,
What sea spit you having been conceived from foaming waves,
what Syrtis, what predator Scylla, what vast Carybdis bore you,
you who return such reward for sweet life?
I hate and I love. Why I do this, perhaps you are asking.
I do not know, but I feel that it is happening and I am tormented.