Rosa Pietroiusti 4/11/12 Latin 3 A Reinterpreted Catullus V What? Me No! He said as he spoke on the phone.

. And yet she was standing beside him, And knew from the pitch of his tone That she was the subject of gossip And sadness from out of her shone. He slammed, And he turned And he sighed And he touched. Lesbia she stood, I live she sobbed, I love and she staggered away. And yet they exchanged all the kisses That ever he could have desired. And the words of the old, like fire and hay, Burned and alone burned away.