But seems like a person just gone.
Shop Girl
For a moment she rested against me
Like a swallow half blown to the wall,
And they talk of Swinburne’s women,
And the shepherdess meeting with Guido,
And the harlots of Baudelaire.
To Formianus’ Young Lady Friend
After Valerius Catullus
All Hail! young lady with a nose
by no means too small,
With a foot unbeautiful,
and with eyes that are not black,
With fingers that are not long, and with a mouth undry,
And with a tongue by no means too elegant,
You are the friend of Formianus, the vendor of cosmetics,
And they call you beautiful in the province,
And you are even compared to Lesbia.
O most unfortunate age!
Tame Cat
“It rests me to be among beautiful women.
Why should one always lie about such matters?