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Monday, Jul 09, 2007

Reuben Sitto reads from Catullus 8

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Reproduced here on Latinum with the permission of Reuben Sitto.


The original is a video, and can be found here:
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Miser Catulle, desinas ineptire,
et quod vides perisse perditum ducas.
fulsere quondam candidi tibi soles,
cum ventitabas quo puella ducebat
amata nobis quantum amabitur nulla.
ibi illa multa cum iocosa fiebant,
quae tu volebas nec puella nolebat,
fulsere vere candidi tibi soles.
nunc iam illa non vult: tu quoque impotens noli,
nec quae fugit sectare, nec miser vive,
sed obstinata mente perfer, obdura.
vale puella, iam Catullus obdurat,
nec te requiret nec rogabit invitam.
at tu dolebis, cum rogaberis nulla.
scelesta, vae te, quae tibi manet vita.
quis nunc te adibit. cui videberis bella.
quem nunc amabis. cuius esse diceris.
quem basiabis. cui labella mordebis.
at tu, Catulle, destinatus obdura.

Poor Catullus, it's time you should cease your folly,
And account as lost what you see is lost.
Once the suns shone bright on you,
when you used to go so often where my mistress led,
she who was loved by me as none will ever be loved.
There and then were given us those joys, so many, so merry,
which you desired nor did my lady not desire.
Bright to you, truly, shone the days.
Now she desires no more-; neither should you desire, poor madman,
nor follow her who flies, nor live in misery,
but with resolved mind, endure, be firm.
Farewell, my mistress; now Catullus is firm;
he will not seek you nor ask you against your will.
But you will be sorry, when you are not asked for.
Ah, poor wretch! What life is left for you.
Who now will visit you. To whom will you seem fair.
Whom now will you love. Whose will you be called.
Whom will you kiss. Whose lips will you bite
But you, Catullus, be resolved and firm

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