Sparrow, delicate toy of my girl
who plays. and is caressed...
Teasing you, she offers her first finger
drawing you to to short. sharp. bites.
My hearts desire shines for
knowing not what play would please her
but by bites bring solace to her suffering.
Gravely, I think on her ardour, and it’s rest:
Oh! That I could play as you do, and with such ease
lift from her troubled mind, these cares with caress!
pro Νίκης μου ad Carmina IIa, primus ad stylo Gaius Valerius Catullus scribat
(c) Benjamin George Griffin, Tuesday 29th November 2011