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