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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required CATULLUS TRANSLATIONS 4 Catullus LXV aka Carmina 65 loose translation/interpretation by Michael R. Burch Hortalus, I’m exhausted by relentless grief, and have thus abandoned the learned virgins; nor can my mind, so consumed by malaise, partake of the Muses' mete fruit; for lately the Lethaean flood laves my brother's death-pale foot with its dark waves, where, beyond mortal sight, ghostly Ilium disgorges souls beneath the Rhoetean shore. Never again will I hear you speak, O my brother, more loved than life, never see you again, unless I behold you hereafter. But surely I'll always love you, always sing griefstricken dirges for your demise, such as Procne sings under the dense branches’ shadows, lamenting the lot of slain Itys. Yet even amidst such unfathomable sorrows, O Hortalus, I nevertheless send you these, my recastings of Callimachus, lest you conclude your entrusted words slipped my mind, winging off on wayward winds, as a suitor’s forgotten apple hidden in the folds of her dress escapes a virgin's chaste lap; for when she starts at her mother's arrival, it pops out, then downward it rolls, headlong to the ground, as a guilty blush flushes her downcast face. Catullus CI: 'His Brother's Burial' translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to this final acclamation of the dead... and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes now that Fate has wrested you away from me. Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly, accept these last offerings, these small tributes blessed by our fathers' traditions, these small gifts for the dead. Please accept, by custom, these tokens drenched with a brother's tears, and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.' 2. Through many lands and over many seas I have journeyed, brother, to these wretched rites, to this final acclamation of the dead... and to speak — however ineffectually — to your voiceless ashes now that Fate has wrested you away from me. Alas, my dear brother, wrenched from my arms so cruelly, accept these small tributes, these last gifts, offered in the time-honored manner of our fathers, these final votives. Please accept, by custom, these tokens drenched with a brother's tears, and, for all eternity, brother, 'Hail and Farewell.' Keywords/Tags: Catullus, translation, Latin, English, brother, death, funeral, grave, Troy, Trojan, Lethe, death of a friend, elegy, lament, tribute
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