| Catullus 32, translated by Brendon Pohner | ||
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32 Please my sweet Ipsi, my treasure, my treat Call me at noon I will run down the street. Just stay in your home and don’t lock the door I’m comin’ for lovin’ nine times maybe more. If you have other plans please don’t send me away For I’ve eaten my lunch and feel quite full and gay. I lie on my back; my jeans feel full of ants, While my little soldier pokes straight through my pants. |
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| Additional Information About This Poem | ||
| Poem in Original Latin | ||
| B. Pohner's Introduction and Philosophy of Translation | ||
| B. Pohner's Commentary on His Translation | ||
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Brendon Pohner |
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