I said to her, darling, I said
let’s LIVE and
let’s LOVE and what do we care what those old
purveyors of joylessness say?
(they can go to hell, all of them)
the Sun dies every night
in the morning he’s there again
you and I, now,
when our briefly tiny light flickers out,
it’s night for us, one single
everlasting
Night.
give me a kiss, a hundred a thousand kisses
a fifty eleven seven hundred thousand
kisses, and let’s
do it all over again
Darling
how many, how many, you say?
mix them up; it’s bad luck
to know how many; wouldn’t want people
to count, them, up
somebody might have the Evil Eye
and if he knew he just might
BEWITCH
them.
Catullus V, trans. Frank Copley
