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  • Poems
  • Books
    • Pasture and Flock
    • I, Clodia, and other portraits
    • Thicket
    • The gas leak
    • Catullus for children
    • The pastoral kitchen
    • The long road to teatime
    • Last stop before insomnia
    • Dear tombs, dear horizon
    • The Bedmaking Competition
  • About
  • Actions and Travels
  • News and Enthusiasms
  • Catullus translations
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YOUR CART

​Was it a lioness from a Libyan mountain
gave birth to you or were you born
from the metal-hearted Scylla, that you
could respond to this
final entreaty, made
in such desperate grief,
with such cruel and finely wrought contempt?
 
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