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How Many Times?
You ask how many times
that I must have your kiss
before I would be satisfied that you were mine.
As many as the winds that hasten all the trees
beyond the sea.
As many as the rains that from the earliest of dawns
to this
have fallen on the earth, its slanting hills,
and turned to rime.
As many as the stars that line and surge the sky
when nightfall comes,
though even these may never be enough.
But let us use this day, and all to come,
to see.
that I must have your kiss
before I would be satisfied that you were mine.
As many as the winds that hasten all the trees
beyond the sea.
As many as the rains that from the earliest of dawns
to this
have fallen on the earth, its slanting hills,
and turned to rime.
As many as the stars that line and surge the sky
when nightfall comes,
though even these may never be enough.
But let us use this day, and all to come,
to see.
Published 6th Feb 2020
Author's Note
Catullus' longing for Lesbia
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