Catullus 2
Sparrow, my favorite
girl,
With who she plays,
which she holds in her lap
Who is eager to give
the first finger
And when enraged is
in the habit of sharply biting
Shining with my
desire
Dear, I do not know
if you like to joke
And have small
consolation for her pain
Lend to moreover to
lie with the heavy heat:
You play as you are
able
And you ease the
worried mind!
This is one of my more ironic poems, which I believe to be very obvious.
Lesbia is My love, and I am her lover even though she is married to a pig from the senate. So any time I spend with her is precious. But that bird is just taking those fleeting moments away from me. I hate that stupid little bird of Lesbia's . She gives it all the attention in the world, holding it in her lap and letting the bird on her finger. How I wish I would get that attention. Even though it'll bite her she still loves that little brat. I would do anything to get ride of that darn bird. When I wrote this poem I wanted to show Lesbia just how much I can't stand that bird and that I am the one who loves her and want her attention. Maybe one day the bird will just fly away, and I will never have it deal with it again. I just despise that stupid little sparrow with all of my being, It seems that it even thinks its funny to bite her. If it was up to me I would smash that little chirping devil underneath the biggest rock I can find, and throw it's smashed little body into the ocean. But so long as Lesbia loves that creature I am powerless to do anything, especially since she is playing with it all of the time. I hope that all who read this do not truly think I like this bird in any way shape or form. When I say how it eases my worried mind, it really is the thing that is worrying my mind. Nearly every nice thing I say about that bird is just the opposite. Maybe one day Lesbia will read this and understand me and will give me the attention that she gave to her beloved sparrow.
Lesbia is My love, and I am her lover even though she is married to a pig from the senate. So any time I spend with her is precious. But that bird is just taking those fleeting moments away from me. I hate that stupid little bird of Lesbia's . She gives it all the attention in the world, holding it in her lap and letting the bird on her finger. How I wish I would get that attention. Even though it'll bite her she still loves that little brat. I would do anything to get ride of that darn bird. When I wrote this poem I wanted to show Lesbia just how much I can't stand that bird and that I am the one who loves her and want her attention. Maybe one day the bird will just fly away, and I will never have it deal with it again. I just despise that stupid little sparrow with all of my being, It seems that it even thinks its funny to bite her. If it was up to me I would smash that little chirping devil underneath the biggest rock I can find, and throw it's smashed little body into the ocean. But so long as Lesbia loves that creature I am powerless to do anything, especially since she is playing with it all of the time. I hope that all who read this do not truly think I like this bird in any way shape or form. When I say how it eases my worried mind, it really is the thing that is worrying my mind. Nearly every nice thing I say about that bird is just the opposite. Maybe one day Lesbia will read this and understand me and will give me the attention that she gave to her beloved sparrow.
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