For this week I'm using a a letter from "The Ides of March" XIII Catullus to Clodia.
I do not wish to be spared any knowledge that this world is a place of night and horror. The door you closed on me at Capua had that to say. You and your Caeser came into it to teach us this: You, that love and beauty of form are a deception; he, that in the farthest reaches of the mind one finds only the lust of the self.
I have always known that you were drowning. You have told me so. You arms and your face still struggle above the surface of the water. I cannot drown with you . The very door you closed upon me was a last appeal, for cruelty is the only cry that is left you to utter.
in this letter Catullus is writing to Clodia about her "drowning". It has good vocabulary and flows nicely, just like Catullus, a poet, would write. The tone of this letter is sad.. and despairing. He knows that Clodia is "drowning", but he can't help her. He tells her that she will always "Drown" and never come to the surface completely, it's quite sad.
I do not wish to be spared any knowledge that this world is a place of night and horror. The door you closed on me at Capua had that to say. You and your Caeser came into it to teach us this: You, that love and beauty of form are a deception; he, that in the farthest reaches of the mind one finds only the lust of the self.
I have always known that you were drowning. You have told me so. You arms and your face still struggle above the surface of the water. I cannot drown with you . The very door you closed upon me was a last appeal, for cruelty is the only cry that is left you to utter.
in this letter Catullus is writing to Clodia about her "drowning". It has good vocabulary and flows nicely, just like Catullus, a poet, would write. The tone of this letter is sad.. and despairing. He knows that Clodia is "drowning", but he can't help her. He tells her that she will always "Drown" and never come to the surface completely, it's quite sad.
