Monday, January 31, 2005

Another Kissing Poem For Miss Moogie

Catullus - Carmen 7

You ask how many kissings of you,
Lesbia, are for me and more than enough.
As great as the number of the Libyan sand
that lies on silphium-bearing Cyrene,
between the oracle of sultry Jove
and the sacred tomb of old Battus;
or as many as the stars, when night is silent,
that see the stolen loves of men,
to kiss you with so many kisses
is enough and more than enough for your Catullus;
kisses, which neither curious eyes may count up
nor an evil tongue bewitch


Dutch Translation Follows


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