Catullus Poem 58
Caeli, Lesbia nostra, Lesbia illa.
illa Lesbia, quam Catullus unam
plus quam se atque suos amavit omnes,
nunc in quadriviis et angiportis
glubit magnanimi Remi nepotes.
Caelus, our Lesbia, that Lesbia,
that same Lesbia whom Catullus has loved alone-
more than himself and more than all he has,
now at the cross-roads and in the back alleys
jerks off the descendants of the great-souled Remus.
Just to prove that classical Latin poetry *can* express an immediate emotion immediately, and doesn't have to be a double-crostic clever-clogs intellectual pastime. Though there are a couple of clever-clog tricks in this one if you look for them.
Oh look- there's also a wiki article on Catullus 96, that I once rewrote for Kanzeon Bosatsu.
