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EROTICA ROMANA Johann Wolfgang Goethe
I Here's where I've planted my garden and here I shall care for love's blossoms--
As I am taught by my muse, carefully sort them in plots: Fertile branches, whose product is golden fruit of my lifetime, Set here in happier years, tended with pleasure today. You, stand here at my side, good Priapus--albeit from thieves I've Nothing to fear. Freely pluck, whosoever would eat. --Hypocrites, those are the ones! If weakened with shame and bad conscience One of those criminals comes, squinting out over my garden, Bridling at nature's pure fruit, punish the knave in his hindparts, Using the stake which so red rises there at your loins. II Tell me ye stones and give me O glorious palaces answer. Speak O ye streets but one word. Genius, art thou alive? Yes, here within thy sanctified walls there's a soul in each object, ROMA eternal. For me, only, are all things yet mute. Who will then tell me in whispers and where must I find just the window Where one day she'll be glimpsed: creature who'll scorch me with love? Can't I divine yet the paths through which over and over To her and from her I'll go, squandering valuable time? Visiting churches and palaces, all of the ruins and the pillars, I, a responsible man, profit from making this trip. With my business accomplished, ah, then shall only one temple, AMOR's temple alone, take the initiate in. Rome, thou art a whole world, it is true, and yet without love this World would not be the world, Rome would cease to be Rome. III More than ever I dreamed, I have found it: my happy good fortune! Cupid sagaciously led past those palazzos so fine. He of course knows very well (and I have also discovered) What, beneath tapestries rich, gilded boudoirs conceal.
Hastening onward until an humble but exquisite portal Offered a refuge to both. what yours? Banquets and game tables. Here he provides me with ev'rything.One may if one wishes call him a blind. Each day that passes he spreads freshly plucked roses for me. Drapings of satin are absent. balls. haughtiness do not entice me. beautiful Lady Borghese. Let any mortal find rest. . promenades down the Corso? These but deprive my sweet boy of his most opportune times. Nipotina. too well! O. balcony high and gallant. Clever Cupid. ardent seeker and guide. --Isn't that heaven on earth? Say. softer. Simple dress of rough homespun. We are content with Cupid's delights. authentic and naked-And with the exquisite creak /crack of the bed as it rocks. What would you give to me more? --You. Large is this room where the bed offers its comfort for two. sees that I get what I call for. playfully up to her bed. Quickly he carries the girl as she's clad in chemise of coarse linen-Just as a nursemaid might. Does one not lift a Gown of the finest brocade just as one lifts common wool? If she's to press in comfort a lover against that soft bosom. and then the lace and the bustles and whalebone All of it come off entire. if he's to learn how she feels? I encounter no troubles like those. At but a lover's mere touch. wherever he can. Finery. IV Ask whomever you will but you'll never find out where I'm lodging. Doesn't he want her to be free from all brooches and chains? Must not the jewelry. Jupiter's welcome to more from his Juno if he can get it. tumbles in folds to the floor. the mattress is quite unembroidered. operas. wanton boy--but I know you. Somber cortilé we passed. incorruptible god! We were by no means inveigled to enter façades so majestic.
why then I 'd have murdered poor Werther. and my mistress knows Werther and Lotte Not a whit better than who might be this man in her bed: That he's a foreigner. certain others Pierce to the marrow. follows the Englishman's travels Down to Livorno from France. oh where did she live. should he flee on to Madras. Yet with a head freshly honed and cunningly fledged." the ditty. regret that you yielded to me so quickly: I entertain no base. "Tell me. Surely you don't think the goddess of love lost a moment reflecting When. Werther's only true love?" How many times have I cursed those frivolous pages that broadcast Out among all mankind passions I felt in my youth! Were he my brother. "Marlborough" sung in the port. Arrows of Cupid work divers effects. Happily now I've escaped. thence from Livorno to Rome. footloose and lusty. That's the way "Marlborough. insolent thoughts about you. Nor did Luna delay about kissing that beautiful dreamer-Jealous Aurora had else hastily wakened the lad. ladies so groomed and refined. Yet his despondent ghost couldn't have sought worse revenge. beloved.High society's lords. inflame rapidly there our blood. is all she could tell you. "Marlborough" will surely be there. dwelt in a house made of wood. All of the way into Naples and then. was Werther authentic? Did all of that happen in real life?" "Lotte. V Do not. then Lust followed look and desire. was indulged. in Idean grove. Anchises caught her eye. Some do but scratch us: Slow and insidious these poison our hearts over years. Who beyond mountains and snow. with no delay. At the loud banquet Hero regarded Leander--then promptly . When gods and goddesses in days of heroes made love.
strewn for just one of their host). In metamorphoses they've many a hero deceived. Today a proud Rome claims to be queen of the world. that is her name. Eagerly yields herself up to the quick. to the active man only. a god seized her and that is the way Mars begat himself sons. VI We are so pious. ardently swam toward his love. Or from the marble a Greek. Often will she turn up. or bound to a tumbling wheel we'd endure it-Than we'd withdraw our hearts from the delights of her cult. Sweet Opportunity. a home-May the Egyptian. came down to the Tiber Just to fetch water. Discreetly we worship all powers. Rather onto our heels by horrible deeds the Erinyes We would allure. You should meet her. Daughter of Proteus might well she be whom he sired upon Thetis. ye victorious Romans. over the whole world. When Rhea Silvia. form them charming and white-Yet the eternal ones do not object to particularism (Incense of most precious sort. . ever in a new form. even Zeus' punishment sooner we'd dare-Under that rock. Teases you while you're asleep. and so solemn: Silence exactly befits rites at which we're adepts. We are like you. princess and virgin. she's flown. Hoping for favor from each god and each goddess as well. a pair of twins whom a she wolf Suckled. black and austere out of primeval basalt. So now the daughter beguiles the naive and bedazzles the foolish. when you awaken. in this: for we offer Gods of all peoples and tribes. Mischievous celebrants we at these mysteries gay. Therefore we gladly confess to singling a special immortal And our devotions each day pledging but solely to her. He discovers she's tame.Into dark waters he plunged. playful and tender and sweet. we lovers.
that gives me time for my thoughts). while stirring the flame in our lamp. deprives me of moments of daylight. we prosecute reasoned discussions (Should she succumb to sleep. I leaf through the works of the Ancients With an assiduous hand. no doubt thinks of those days when For the triumvirs he similar service performed. Cupid. still I'm entrammled in you. It's a bygone. Lovingly Kiss and embrace she returned. Round about a delicate neck curled short little ringlets. feel with a hand that sees. In her embrace--it's by no means unusual--I've composed poems And the hexameter's beat gently tapped out on her back. VII Happily now on classical soil I feel inspiration. too: a dark-skinned girl. But. Up from the crown of her head crinkled the unbraided hair. Daily the pleasure's renewed. I'm kept busy by Cupid-If erudition is halved. Heeding ancient advice. Fingertips counting in time with the sweet rhythmic breath of her slumber. When she dashed by me I seized her. I grant it. She in the nighttime hours gives compensation in full. rapture is doubled that way. See with an eye that feels. knowing and teaching me how. my first understanding of marble. While my beloved. Do then I not become wise when I trace with my eye her sweet bosom's Form. Voices from present and past speak here evocatively. And we do more than just kiss. and the line of her hips stroke with my hand? I acquire. in a different way. tumbling Over her forehead the hair down in waves heavy and dark. O pigtails of Rome. mistaking her not. As I reflect and compare. . say now no more. Air from deep in her breast penetrates mine and there burns. Throughout the night. O how enraptured I was! Ah.Once she appeared to me.
and taking her child from its chair. then. As for you men. Bear it I must when the gossips bring forth accusations: I'm guilty-Or am I not? But. The seducers Noted it well. Has any cleric brought me--swear it I will--to his bed. tears in her eyes. Father was right. all of my guilt was with you. who carry your children Next to our hearts. I was sufficiently poor. For: 'In the end you poor girls are the ones who are sure to be cheated. Who was it did not appear there? Why. Go. when you've poured out your potency in our embraces And your desires dissipate. who is my prelate but you? Never. who but the very same girl who Hated with all of her heart stockings both violet and red. too. I'm now so very ashamed of myself for having permitted . They're your excuse to escape. in these hearts loyalty we bear you. sad to say. One of the pimps for Albani with billets doux very impressive Called me to Ostia once. Quattro Fontani next time. Unworthy of women are men. incredible as it may sound in this clerical city. Clothes that you've given bear witness for envious neighbors That the poor widow no more grieves for her husband alone. my beloved Presses it close to her heart. bitterly when they're in love. alas. kisses it. hair all rounded behind? Who was it chose that gray monk if not you? Well then a prelate Now is my lover--Ah. We.' So said my father although--Mother was not much impressed. Falconier ogled me often enough. love with them passes away." These things expressed.VIII "Can you be cruel enough to sadden me thus with reproaches? Germans speak. Here I stand in the end being cheated and scolded. Did you not thoughtlessly visit me in the disguise of a cleric. I suppose. You don't believe your own words. I was young. Muffled all up in a cloak.
yield to each passing whim? You. is not . lost in dreary reflection. to ambrosial halls? See. And the glow of the moon. Phoebus the god evokes forms. formless. Over my head there the heavens weighed down so dismal and gloomy. Let her mistake profit me! Does not Fortuna. Rapidly then renewed heat overcomes those lowering vapors. come to your senses!"--Forgive me. I am praying: Hospitality's god. an unsatisfied spirit. Then forgive. After the manner of girls. Father. wrapped in a grayish light. Here in an æther more clear now a luster encircles my forehead. Did you command her a hero to seek and deliver before you ? May be she erred.Gossip of neighbors to spoil picture so eloquent. 'Twas she led to this sacred hill. "Poet. Colorless. as guest--me. when strewing her glorious presents. Water dashed on the coals suddenly smothers their glow. clear are his colors by day. I brooded. will by no means now banish a stranger From your Olympian heights back to the base earth again. For a short moment a fire may burn darkly while smoke swirls about it. Spying out pathways dark. that world round this exhausted man lay. Sends up a flame that anew bright and more powerful gleams. I lie here extending my arms toward your knees. What blessedness mortals may know! Am I now dreaming? Or welcomes Jupiter. ringing with songs that are tender. brighter than northern sun. your daughter. Jupiter. Jupiter Xenius! Hear: How I am come to this place I no longer can say--I was Seized up by Hebe. IX How very happy I am here in Rome when I think of the bad days Far back there in the north. O hospitable god. Bright with the stars comes the evening. Seeking myself in myself.
developing quietly over the years. captures your foot in its flight. nor Even your mother find praise--and I believe it-Till you grew bigger. officious. XII All of those greats: Alexander. X When you were small. She will be back and new faggots as well as big logs will be blazing. she'll leave the bed of her lover. you say. XI Kindling autumnal fire in a rustic. Could I but grant them my bed for one single night. Rouse adroitly the flames out from their ashes anew. ye living. neither did others consider you f air. But the poor wretches are held stark in cold Orkian grip. Caesar and Henry and Fredrick. Gladly would share with me half of their hard fought renown. Before all my tinder Dies away into coals. Although the fruit when it's ripe pleases both mankind and gods. Also the blossoms on grapevines are wanting in shape and in color. convivial fireplace (How the sticks crackle and spew flames and glittering sparks!) Strikes me especially pleasant this evening. Until cold Lethe anoints. Then in the morning. Making a festival where lovers will warm up the night. coals then to ashes decline. I Picture you to myself as an unusual child.Rome's Capitoline Hill second Olympus to you? Suffer me. here and let Hermes guide me at last then Past Cestius' Tomb gently to Orkus below. . Therefore. just when slumber's begun. and its comfort. rejoice that love keeps you warm for a while yet. Cupid has lent to her above others the gift of cajoling Up from the ashes desire. Jupiter.
strange celebration Followed victorious troops back from Eleusis to Rome? Greeks were the ones who began it.XIII They are for you. and only to Greeks they proclaimed it Even within Roman walls: "Come to the sanctified night. Have you by any chance heard how that mystical. . But it's to Bacchus. roguish. shaking his curly head. and here plaited for Ceres Wreaths which the Romans today scorn to make for themselves." Those who were not of the cult kept their distance. giving man golden wheat. While phlegmatic Minerva peers down on us. when they are two in love). she seems to be asking Shouldn't our glorious son here at our side stand erect? XIV Can't you hear voices. just a few leaves by a poet Onto your pure altar laid. back from harvesting grain. Offered in confidence. Phoebus takes forward strides. the sensuous dreamer. Let us commemorate her then ourselves in festival private (Two constitute a whole tribe. frivolous Hermes Seems to be looking askance. neophytes trembled. the nourishing goddess Who replaced acorns of old. Cythera sends glances Bathed in sweetest desire--even in marble they're damp. Waiting in garments of white. Then the initiates must aimlessly wander about through the eerie Circles of figures as if pilgriming through their own dreams. Thinking about his embrace and its pleasures. O ye graces. though tender as well. beloved. buds of the rose beside. out on the Via Flamina? Reapers are now going home. Festivals no longer celebrate Ceres. They had journeyed to Rome from afar. symbol of all that is pure. Artists enjoy ateliers which are furnished So as to make for a space Pantheon-like in decor: Jupiter lowers that godly brow while his Juno looks upward.
Snakes on the ground were writhing about. --Now the initiate youths. It was to Jason. Not until after many a testing and trial did they discover What. dalliance offered in love. Derelict of her true task. anxiously hoping for light. while Ceres. within sacred ring. I have the best of intentions toward you who have now dedicated-I recognize it with thanks--life and writings to me. powerful king of the Cretans. heavy her bounteous fields. Every traveller I've ever known has complained of poor treatment: He whom I recommend treatment delicious receives. do you comprehend? See there the sacred shade beneath that bushy-boughed myrtle? Our satisfaction will there scarcely endanger a world. Now virgins came bearing Caskets securely locked. You've now regarded with awe all the structures which lie here in ruins. Cultivated your eye. As for the rest of the world. richly wreathéd with grain. I have followed you hither to Rome. and if you believe him he'll cheat you. sensing each hallowéd space. Surely the gestures of murmuring priests must contain some deep meaning-Impatient acolytes wait. Turned and beckoned their loves--love. she granted Of her immortal self hidden sweet parts to explore. this time. having followed this tale. all astonished. Lo. Once upon a time had to a hero been kind. it languished away. Here's what the hypocrite said: "Trust me just once more. goddess. XV Cupid is always a scoundrel. and I'd like to do something Here in this far away land pleasing to such an old friend. What was this mystery other than this: that Demeter. secretive image concealed. That made the fortune of Crete! The marital bed of the goddess Soon grew pregnant with grain. .
while her head rests. when my commander decrees. presence of mind. and as teacher I still love the young ones. Aurora. exchanging Syllables sweet and those words lovers alone understand. where I must celebrate him? Here on my breast flows her hair. What a delicious condition. potency. years have not closed them to you. wanting prosodical tact. as friend of my muse I once knew you. admit what I am saying is true. awakening me at His festive altar again. holding hands. Could I contradict him? I am wont to obey.How you've revered the formative will of those ancient artists! In their own ateliers often I''ve visited them. why. Goddess of morning. Hymns of such sort pass away. so as to pillow her neck. if only these few tranquil moments Could in my memory fix firmly that image of joy . Oh come now. Treacherous now he is keeping his word: giving me themes for my poems While he is stealing my time. I formed those myself--now this time I'm boasting Not. I am eternally young. As for a style truly grand. Murmuring our conversations we stutter in sweet oratory. Cupid. As for their works. Where will you find a fit theme for your song? --It is I must provide it. too: in it antiquity lives." All of these claims that sophist asserted. Has the unprincipled god. your service to me having slackened? Where is invention's glow now? Where is the color all gone? Friend. do you hope you can create again? --The school of the Ancients Yet remains open. Gazing into her eyes. Where are your own creations. Listen here: Wasn't antiquity young when those fortunate Ancients were living? Happy then be your life. seduced you now too? So that these mornings you come as his sweetheart. giving kisses. love can alone give you that. Wisdom that comes with old age pleases me not. Its gates. an abundance of curls. Pressing my arm as it's bent.
Love in our hearts makes us one. as the genuine need there stays constant. thanks to the deeds of the gods. full half an hour must pass. Let my thoughts rest on your form! Please close your eyes. now she opens her eyes and is looking Into my own eyes. These monsters Both have now been destroyed. there's light in the sky yet. harbinger warm of the night. fields of golden grain. Making them horrible names. Gently her hand presses mine. venomous once. Don't close the shutters so soon. Theseus never had fled. Look at her eyes--she's awake! Now you're eternally bound. Only returning desire knows oscillation or change. How is it then that some spiteful god in his wrath has Raised from the poisonous slime offspring so monstrous again? There's an insidious viper creeps into the loveliest gardens. From my side turns. . O Theseus. it's not yet the mountains. No--don't. leave her. confusion. they no longer now depredate our Flocks and meadows and woods. Don't waste your oil and the wick. won't you light me a lamp. Lamplight. as she goes leaving her hand in my hand. Only a single kiss for these lips and then. they rob me All too soon of the joy quiet reflection affords. XVI Boy. "But dear master. Only the houses are blocking the sun there. Had Ariadne lain thus. console me till then. Until the curfew shall ring. be gone and obey me! My loved one is coming. They're inebriation. XVII Poets of old in chorus cried out against those two serpents." Wretched young fellow. Fire-breathing. Grand are the forms of this body and nobly positioned each member.When the night rocked us to sleep--but in slumber she's moving away now. the other the Hydra of Lerna. hated in all of the world: Python the one.
Lying in wait to attack all who seek pleasure therein. Secretly coiled beneath bushes. Chose Callisto one day. It was important to him to find thresholds of temples so sacred Pure when. Husband. Found you unfaithful. Happy Lucretius knew how in his day to forego love completely. for his presence Sullies both garden and fruit. Fearing not to enjoy pleasure in anyone's arms. till they deserve no defense. Even the woman we love may afford us uncertain enjoyment. Who would today dare attempt to escape from fidelity's ennui? Love does not hold one back--only concern for one's health. it's true. Turning to poisonous drool Cupid's lifegiving dew. Herald of Zeus: Hermes. where he befouls the sweet wellsprings. from Tarpeia's grove. Although his father's temple be fallen. Noble Hesperian dragon. Fortunate Ancient. Matrimonial bed's insecure and so's fornication. but she did find you whole. Can you imagine the ragings of Juno if in love's skirmish Poisonous weapons on her by her own spouse had been turned? But we neo-pagans may not after all be abandoned entirely: Yet there is speeding a god mercifully over the earth. he sought powerful entry to them. why he is not guarding at all. enamoured. Everyone knows him and ought to adore him. for you a slave fetched the girls down From the Aventine Hill. As for this worm. Cynthia then. turned to Semel the next. and though of its pillars . Boldly defending your own beautiful apples of gold. Think of those ages of gold when Jupiter followed his urges. I call you courageous and forthright. lover and wife pass to each other the hurt. Propertius. when driving you out of such unchaste embraces. the healing god. Quick and assiduous. Nowhere can feminine lap safely encouch a man's head.
Cupid will hold out his hand: O. and entrusting myself to the rascal. That was the place I encountered my mistress today with the uncle Whom she so often deceives. Significant glance as she pours--misses the glass with the wine So that it spills on the table. XVIII I cannot think I'd have gone with Julius Caesar to Britain. finding a seat for herself Next to her mother where. To the Popina right here. Graces (I ask it in secret-Fervent my prayer and deep. Speaks just a little more loudly than women in Rome are accustomed. my sweet one. she arranged Nicely for me to perceive profile and curve of her neck. frequently shifting her bench. protect it and do not let any Evil come near it nor me. After today. as soon as I've seen. Florus would tug me with ease. Here's where I sat at a table surrounded by good-natured Germans. Nevertheless the son's place of worship still stands. I'll remember you even more kindly. with a virgule before.Scarcely a pair yet records ancient glory adored. Fogs of the dreary north remain a more baleful remembrance Than in the kitchens of Rome tribes of assiduous fleas. so finally makes the V of the Roman Five. as you are called. . Only one favor I beg of you. so that she can have me. while my eyes most eagerly follow All that her fingertip writes. tavernas. aptly by those here in Rome. Quickly. and she with a delicate finger Over its surface can draw circles in damp arabesque: Her name entwining in mine. and forever Will there the ardent requests alternate with the thanks. I beg you please may I Do so in pleasure with no danger or worry or fear. She is of course well aware That I am watching. out of a passionate breast): My little garden. You osterias. Over on that side the girl.
and--last--up at the obelisks. then another four hours of waiting. elevations Somberly rising to shades cast by the bushes and trees. O but come rushing the moment my love designated so sweetly. Of this long interval while I was apart from my love.She interlaces the circles. Tarry no longer today. Then Hastily plunge to the ocean. . Go seek other realms beneath heaven. You watched a world being born here. reducing them all to ornatest Patterns--but still the sweet IV stood as engraved in my eye. contemplating Rome: Greater never you've nor shall you in future see greater Than Rome. suddenly sunlight discovered Nations enlivening hills teeming with fortunate thieves. eagerly filling his eyes. O sun. who tarries on high. May the Parcæ Spin the fine thread of my life slowly. First were but few simple dwellings here. enraptured foretold. watched the same world sink to ruin. Horace. I sat there mutely and biting my passionate lips almost bloody Half from delight at the ruse. gods have let you enjoy: Italy's shoreline so long overgrown with moist reeds. pillars. while descending. taking great care. Cast now but one ardent glance. Wonderful! Sound already the chimes? --No. Come view all the sooner tomorrow That which. And from those ruins yet arise world again greater. partly from stifled desire: Such a long time until dark. Thus. my dear muses. again you've beguiled the monotony for me. Sooner depart and leave Rome's seven famed hills to me. Please do the poet a favor and shorten the glorious hours Which the painter devours. but I heard at least three. on noble façades and Cupolas. O may I long by your light now behold this Rome. in your eye so splendid All earth's remaining orb scarcely was worthy of note. --Sun. for centuries now. as your priest. Onto this spot they assembled such plunder. perhaps.
you'll concede: Cupid in my heart comes first. Now." --Alas. The old gardner's most dissolute crow has Left on this day unscathed nice little garden and niece. when I hear the dog barking I think my beloved is coming-Or I remember the time. I had almost arrived when I saw. looking now this way. For. But of a horror besides. "Dear. thinking of which will arouse Every fiber in me to revulsion. though you're proud. Stealthily I slipped away. now his wish is fulfilled. "Well. farewell! I'll be going now--don't be offended. and take pleasure in listening To the loud howl of the dog raised from a pup next door. when long awaited she came. Bellowing dogs split my ears.All of you now. now that. your uncle Standing right there by the vines." XX While there is many an unpleasant sound. But it's a horror to fear on the pathways of love you'll discover . I hate to hear barking Worse than anything else. XIX Why did you fail to appear at the cot in the vineyard today. by good fortune. My friends. Nothing else drove you away. Nevertheless I do like to hear. That is the dog that so bayed one time at my girl that he almost Gave our secret away (when she was visiting me). I confess it: Great displeasure I take lying alone in my bed. what a misapprehension! You saw the scarecrow. XXI I can tell not only about a discomfort far greater than others. that's all. long I awaited you there. Reeds and some discarded garments all hastily cobbled together-I helped to make it myself: diligent in my own grief. Love? As I had promised I would.
by the way. Is it not bliss to exchange tender kisses containing no dangers. but nevertheless to her fellows Overbearing and rude. when I'm yielding to pleasure so fully. O father of deities. my master and lord. and may this. I prefer to go slow. of all pleasures on earth the First and the last. Right at my head as it droops. Quirites. Sucking into our lungs. to the storm. Young men are aroused in their passions by obstacles and by excitement. carefree. savoring pleasures secure. in her arrogance even maintained that she had subjected To her own will. Yelling with brassiest voice orders to great and to small. to uphold one's respectable name is not easy. "I shall be bringing you my--Hercules.Snakes and their venom beneath roses of eager desire-That at the moment supreme. Oh. pouring down rain in the wind Morning begins to dawn. Powerful ever the goddess. quite unendurable. as her slave. as if new born. We listen. That's why Faustina as my companion in bed makes me happy: Loving she always remains faithful. permit me the joy. as I am to her. Don't think that Hercules be still that boy whom Alcmene once bore you. XXII Ah. Breast against breast. I think--Let me just tell it again. our partner's own life? That is the way our long nights of enjoyment are passed." cried she in triumph. be vouchsafed all of mankind by the god. hissing disease may approach. His adulation of me makes him now god upon earth. "One of these days. . She Had by the gods since time out of mind at their banquets been dreaded. Jove's most illustrious son. we expect from these hours approaching Blossoms that will adorn festive the coming new day. have you heard of the cause of their mutual hatred? It's an old story. The Lady Fame has an ancient foe: Cupid. Once.
It's a masque. her hero: Artlessly conquering by--force of a beautiful girl. seeing a man humbled so. gulled by the dissolute boy. I know my hero too well to be fooled by disguises of actors. Worthiest man! O the vision of winning my favor makes easy Hitherto unexplored paths. in pain she perceived: Hercules. be not deceived. though. I do my part. the club leaned (by much toil) at her side. Which of the gods will now smile in sweet condescension on Cupid? --Juno! delighted. Cupid. Hardly. (Vulcan had not been one thousandth so vexed to discover his playmate Under his meshes ensnared." Soon. even before he's begun. He's looking for me. Lest in a pique she devise vengeance against one of them. First she just laughed. and none would reply to the braggart. Hero who Amazons conquered That day will overwhelm me. Fame. see these glorious deeds! Heaven and Earth and the Sun on his indefatigable journey Over that infinite path never did witness the like!" Everyone hastened. to conform strength to the dalliance of love. I've no doubt you hope that he's looking Piously toward your knees. however. a distaff Laid in his fist. caught with his own lusty friend. on the other hand.When toward Olympus he gazes. under that powerful foot. Happily I'll call him: spouse. of course. despairing. Afterward decked out his couple in mute masquerade: lionskin Over her shoulders. he goes scampering. Wiry stiff hair of the hero larded with blossoms." All of the gods kept their counsel. saying: "Gods. slipped off to enslave. One day you'll wed me to Hercules. none but he. who feigning Earnest. shouting For all Olympus to hear: "Come. embarrassed. escaping attention. for I meet him halfway and proclaim his adventures Praising his name in advance. stood there ashamed. had summoned them all (Fame by no means lagged behind). Scene now completed and ready to tease. .
Ah. Should find him with you. frowning austerely. and freely admitted: Sweet must be the repose. the goddess seeks him. Mingling for hypocrites their pleasure in vice and remorse. I like the Greeks must atone." And the old cuckold was cuckold enough to comply with their wishes. I will submit to the ancient law and in silence revere her. sweet secret love to expose. the goddess. Jealously she seeks me out. Let us inspect them once more. guffawed. lying on bosom so fine Of this magnificent woman. in all haste. He whom Fame honors most can least defend against Cupid. Let her but favor a man. he will offer you girls--if like a fool you despise These. it's the same with me. hot in pursuit is the boy. They turned to Vulcan entreating: "Do not release them just yet. And her most dang'rous attacks strike the most morally proud.Lying just as the wiles of the net at the most crucial moment Deftly embraced their embrace. Since then no armistice has been proclaimed to the feuding between them. Yes. Bacchus and Mercury. For. contemptuously. when great lords fall out. XXIII However comely be strength. But. or free and undaunted comportment. Secrecy is for a man most important of all. violently casting Into the worst of repute houses he's known to frequent. too. she's watching and list'ning. How those boys. For those ashamed of him Cupid reserves the bitterest passions. Whoever tries to escape him is dragged down from bad deeds to worse ones. burning with wrath she must flee. trapping their instant of joy. only then do you feel from his bow the arrows most vicious: Heat of man's love for man.) As for poor Fame. . ill disposed will she be: Frighten you. ardent desires toward beasts. I haven't escaped her. at the same time.
rustle the leaves: muffle the sound of her feet.Mighty subduer of cities. little poems. Discretion. to conceal the shame of a monarch. but even more difficult keeping: Out of abundance of heart eagerly speaketh my mouth. the scamp--opens lips hitherto sealed so well. Rapture proclaim to the grove. safely you've led me thus far. One happy couple in love. now by another in guile. betray to Quirites. She's coming. and their sweet secret. Into the earth for safekeeping the servant must bury the story. Cleverly. always slipped past them. Goddess whom I adore. happiness all the night long. though. alas. tepid and soft with love's breath. what fate shall befall me? My frivolous muse has now opened --Cupid. at last. your blossoms Cradling themselves in the air. I to hexameters tell. Midas unburdens his heart. or if one's lonely enough. to the echoing cliffs perorate it? One can do that if one's young. avoided the snares that were set her Now by one bolder than I. Now. Nor any gentleman friend. Comes to her lover's embrace. in pentameters I will confide it: During the day she was joy. o grow and flower. daintily. and sure of the byways. o Midas the King--bears the ears of an ass!" Mine is a secret more pleasant. O princess of nations. lest he be rival to me. Courted by so many suitors. And as for you. Luna! Don't rise yet. Reeds in a trice are sprouting and rustling in murmuring breezes: "Midas. nor a tight Phrygian cap: Midas has asses ears! the first servant discovers--O horror! Shame of this secret so weighs. and must not be seen by the neighbor! Breezes. . Hide it can neither his crown. as Midas' reeds did with cheap gossip. None of my ladyfriends dare I confide in. Wafting. Difficult is it. Easing in this way the king: earth must conceal the tale. for they would but chide me. where he so eagerly waits.
toadstool. as reward. Jupiter's throne. by your efforts.XXIV I in the back of the garden. it was I who secured it: Color and ivory. Now. Cucumber vines grow entwining about this primeval lingam. italianate hand for this portfolio of twenty-four "elegies. though I am monstrously strong. Catullus. Ineptly formed. Nor shall your member grow weary until you've enjoyed the full dozen Artful positions the great poet Philainis describes. Which I so hate for the crows settling then down on my head. Filth. And it's no more than my due. About the Elegies Goethe cultivated a special. the last of the gods. rotten wood! Now. O noblest of artists. Evil the inroads of time. Cracking it almost in two under the weight of the fruit. naked behinds. To be sure. Half a foot long. just as the poet has done. Summer's no better: the servants Empty their bowels and show insolent. together in the cyclical form of their original conception." so called because he was emulating the elegiasts of Imperial Rome. although they are in the same hand as the rest. so that I was long undecided as to just what their proper position might be. Propertius. these two are not numbered. when but your dearest commands. Nor do the girls take offense when they see me--by no means the matrons. not to mention the poems. Tibullus. your glorious rod (dear poet) Proudly shall strut from your loins. in a corner. The Elegies have never before been published as here. At one time I imagined they must belong at the middle of the cycle where at the end of Elegy XIII Priapus' mother summons . above and below! I was clearly in danger of turning Into filth myself. Which they befoul very shamefully. Faggots are heaped all about me against the cold of the winter. Experts even denied that the two priapeia (I & XXIV) were by Goethe at all. so dishonestly won. all intelligent men look upon me in kindness. None finds me ugly today. I shall recover With fellow gods my just place. marble and bronze. They like to Form their own image of me. must I stand.
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