| Poems | by Richard Finneran |
A translation of Catullus LXXV Because you have betrayed my trust,
my heart has split in two,
and dies by pouring out itself,
as hearts are prone to do.
And now it can't respect you, should
you yet become the best,
nor could it cease to love you, if
you slept with all the rest.
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