catullus to himself
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Irish Review (Dublin)
Catullus to HimselfAuthor(s): Thomas MacDonaghSource: The Irish Review (Dublin), Vol. 1, No. 1 (Mar., 1911), p. 38Published by: Irish Review (Dublin)Stable URL: http://www.jstor.org/stable/30062644 .
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Catullus to Himself
A Translation
By THOMAS MacIDONAGH
My poor Catullus, what is gone is gone, Take it for gone, and be a fool no more-
God, what a time it was ! Then white suns shone For you, you following where she went before,-
I loved -her as none ever shall be loved !
Then happened all those happy things-all over, All over, all gone now, and far away!
Then you got all you would, my happy lover, And she was not unwilling-day after day
White suns shone, white suns shone, and you were loved. And now she is unwilling-let her know
That you can turn back from a vain pursuit. Now live no longer wretched, turn and go
Strong on your way, be hard, be resolute.- Good bye, my dear. Catullus goes unmoved. Catullus never will yearn for you again.
You are unwilling-he will not ask for you. You'll grieve when no one asks for you,-and then,
Guilty and sad and old, what will you do ? What hope have you to give love or be loved ?
What life is there for you ?-What life is there ? Who will come now for love and your delight ?
Whose will they say you are? Who'll think you fair ? Whom will you kiss ? Whose lips now will you bite ?
But you, Catullus, go your way unmoved. In verse 15 of the Latin I have taken the reading, Scelesta, anenti quac tibi
manst vita?
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