This poem is taken from Stand 217, 16(1) March - April 2018.

Catullus Two Poems
Translated by Ranald Barnicot


Miser Catulle (Catullus VIII)

Wretched Catullus, cease your fooling,
What you see lost admit losing.
Time was, your sun blazed incandescent,
When you kept following where she led you.
No future love will match that feeling.
Then what occurred there was so pleasant,
Which you desired, nor she denied you.
Truly, your sun blazed incandescent.
She wants no longer. Stop wanting, weakling.
Shun a wretched life. She’ll evade your stalking.
From now on there’s no reneguing.
So good-bye, girl. Since you’re unwilling
You’ll find Catullus, quite unyielding,
Won’t seek you out. But you, unsought
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