Catullus #51
That man is equal to God,
or so it seems,
to me.
He even, may I say it,
exceeds divinity, for he sits
near you, again and again,
he sees you and he hears
you laughing sweetly.
All my senses have escaped,
they flee my misery, for
as soon as I have seen you, my Lesbia,
no voice is left to me.
Words numb my mouth,
creeping flames seize my weak limbs,
my ears ring with their own sound.
Oh Lesbia. My eyes are covered with a double night.
(Procrastinate? Who, me?)
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You were procrastinating--- but in a most classy way, I should think.
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