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Always, getting on my nerves,
always, making me look like a fool.
For all that, all her stubborn chatter,
the woman loves me.
How do I know? Well, I see
that I do
exactly the same
myself:
I damn her, with all my heart,
yet, for the life of me, I love her.
translated by Cid Corman
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Love Poems of Catullus
beautiful poems translated by many
edited by Tynan Kogane
New Directions, 2023
