Word: catullus
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...James Shaw's report that urea is an effective anti-decay agent [Jan. 13] comes as no surprise to those acquainted with the Roman poet Catullus [84-54 B.C.], who, in poems 37 and 39, lashes out at a Spaniard who aspires to be the lover of Catullus' girl and accuses him of keeping his teeth white by rubbing them with urine...
...have love and skill to spare. Poet Humphries renders Ovid's famed, amoral The Art of Love in its most readable translation since Dryden's, including in his book much of Ovid's remaining love poetry. Critic Highet assembles an ingratiating montage of seven Latin poets (Catullus, Vergil, Propertius, Horace, Tibiillus. Ovid. Juvenal), combining samples of the poetry, biographical sketches, bits of social history and a latter-day tour of his heroes' haunts...
...Pang Among Flowers. Highet's book places its poets at their geographical point of departure (Catullus at Verona, Vergil near Mantua, etc.) and takes them to their common destination. Rome. Even more fascinating than their individual styles and talents, which Author Highet expertly analyzes, is a common historical drama linking the seven together in a way which Author Highet suggests but perhaps never sufficiently emphasizes. The eldest, Catullus, died around 54 B.C., ten years before Caesar was assassinated; the youngest, Juvenal, was born around 60 A.D., six years after Nero came to power. In little more than a century...
...fought the Punic Wars, while themselves breathing the elegant, enervating and sometimes fetid air of imperial Rome. They tended to polish more than to publish. Only Vergil attempted the epic, and he thought so poorly of The Aeneid that on his deathbed he asked to destroy the manuscript. Catullus, Propertius and Tibullus were ravaged by hard-boiled mistresses, and their poems tell of virtually the only battle they ever fought-the war between the sexes. They knew or sensed that their culture was on its long day's journey into night-and suggested mostly pleasure to ease the journey...
Fitzgerald writes of loneliness and puzzled men, of the ancients crying on their gods and moderns trembling in the night, of war and love and the waiting grave. He tries his hand (not too happily) at a new translation of Catullus' famed lament for his dead brother, and does better with one of the Roman poet's many farewells to his tartish Lesbia. The final poem of the book, History, combines his sense of the past with the immediacy of the present, his feeling for place with his reverence for God. And the concluding lines, though aimed...