CATULLUS, CARMINA #5 TUNED TO A SONNET.
Oh, let us live dear Lesbia, and love.
The rumors spread by stale old men will run
about like frightened mice pursued by Jove.
Our love so bright will hide before the sun.
The days will come and go, our nights as well.
The chamber lamp has only so much oil
From which our fire must burn before the bell
Rings in the final hour and night blooms spoil.
Give me a thousand kisses, then kiss me more,
Then kiss again and kiss all over and kiss
And kiss–this love in youth will not grow sore.
There is no abacus to count our happiness–
Except in graves the endless sleepers wait,
So, come and kiss my lips; they too translate.
Copyright © Robert Klein Engler 2013
Robert Klein Engler lives in Des Plaines, Illinois and sometimes New Orleans. Many of Robert’s poems, stories, paintings and photographs are set in the Crescent City. His long poem, The Accomplishment of Metaphor and the Necessity of Suffering, set partially in New Orleans, is published by Headwaters Press, Medusa, New York, 2004. He has received an Illinois Arts Council award for his “Three Poems for Kabbalah.” Visit him on the web at RobertKleinEngler.com