BLACK CAT POEMS
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(c. 84-54 B.C.)
translated by Jonathan Swift
Lesbia forever on me rails.
To talk of me she never fails.
Now, hang me, but for all her art,
I find that I have gained her heart.
My proof is this: I plainly see
The case is just the same with me;
I curse her every hour sincerely,
Yet, hang me, but I love her dearly.
poems by Catullus