Catullus 101: a Last Lingering Look

daylight

never reaches here

after all the underworld

has its own renewable resource

I hired Hermes

via Olympian Uber

what an app

what a deal!

darkness

is creeping silently

towards me unlike Keats' feeling of

drowsiness

the unshed tears are

emotional mists mixed

paradoxically with fond forgetfulness

and dreamy recollection

to linger

is to delay

is to stay for a little longer

which is painfully faint and ultimately futile

where is my Orpheus?

where is my Demeter?

the poet says

love conquers all

I don't know but I feel it

love makes life life, death death*

sepulchra pulchra visitamus

vita est brevis mors longa

*A steal from and an imitation of “Beauty convinces. You know beauty makes sex possible. Beauty makes sex sex.” Anne Carson. The Beauty of the Husband.