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#catullus #catullus14 #catullus014 #catullo #poetrycommunity #poetrylive #poem #latinvideo #learnlatin #ancientrome #instacast #dailylatin #latinski #education #classicaleducation #classicalpoem #lingualatina #university #languagelover #languageschool #latinum #podcast once again fitting this poem into a one minute slot was a challenge and if I had had more time I would have read in a more expressive way as Catullus is making fun of his friend's poor taste in poetry.
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Thoughts of you unending by Li Bo
Thoughts of you unending here in Ch’ang-an, crickets where the well mirrors year-end golds cry out autumn, and under a thin frost, mats look cold, ice-cold. My lone lamp dark, thoughts thickening, I raise blinds and gaze at the moon. It renders the deepest lament empty. But you’re lovely as a blossom born of cloud, skies opening away all bottomless azure above, clear water all billows and swelling waves below. Skies endless for a spirit in sad flight, the road over hard passes sheer distance, I’ll never reach you, even in dreams, my ruins of the heart, thoughts of you unending
