David Koehn: Catullus 32 Matching Quiz

my doll, kid, baby, please

tell me to come this afternoon;

contribute to my ease

by letting no one lock your door,

by staying where you are; what’s more,

get set to soothe me, as I choose,

with nine uninterrupted screws.

Whatever gives, don’t make me wait:

I’m lying, filled with all I ate,

watching my tunic stand up straight.

My darling, my own clever girl,

Command my presence at siesta

And if you do, help by ensuring

That no one bolts your outer door

And that you don’t go out on impulse

But stay home and prepare for us

Nine uninterrupted fuctions.

In fact if you’re willing command me now.

I lie back after a large lunch

Boring holes in tunic and cloak.

at siesta

we’ll make love

my gold & jewels

my treasure trove

my sweet Ipsithilla,

when you invite

me lock no doors

nor change your mind

& step outside

but stay at home

& in your room

prepare yourself

to come nine times

straight off together,

in fact if you

should want it now

I’ll cone at once

for lolling on

the sofa here

with jutting cock

and stuffed with food

I’m ripe for stuffing

                              you,

my sweet Ipsithilla.

My darling, precious, beautiful tart,

Invite me round to be your guest

At noon. Say yes, and i’ll request

Another favour: make quite sure

That no one latches the front door

And don’t slip out for a breath of air,

But stay inside, please, and prepare

A love-play with nine long acts in it,

No intervals either! Quick, this minute,

Now if you’re in the giving mood;

For lying here, full of good food,

I feel a second hunger poke

Up through my tunic and my cloak.

oh my delicate dish, my clever sweetheart,

please invite me home for the siesta–

and, supposing that you do invite me, make sure

no one happens to bolt and bar your shutters,

and that you don’t, on a whim, decide to

go off out: just stay home and prepare for

us nine whole uninterrupted fuckfests.

Fact is, if you’re on, ask me at once, I’ve

lunched, I’m full, flat on my back and bursting

up, up, up, through undershirt and bedclothes!

my darling, my sophisticated beauty,

summon me to a midday assignation;

and, if you’re willing, do me one big favor:

don’t let another client shoot the door bolt,

and don’t decide to suddenly go cruising,

but stay at home & get yourself all ready

for nine–yes, nine–successive copulations!

Honestly, if you want it, give the order:

I’ve eaten, and I’m sated, supinated!

My prick is poking through my cloak & tunic.

piece, my Ipsithilla,

I love you dearly.

Tell me to come at noon

and I’ll come galloping

at your threshold.

Let no one bar the door today

but stay at home, my little one,

to fit yourself for nine long

bouts of love. And if you’re so inclined,

call me at once;

my morning meal is over

and I reclining

discover

my tree of life (your bedfellow)

has risen joyfully tearing through my clothes,

impatient to be at you.

            Lovely ravisher and my dainty mistress,

            Say we’ll linger a lazy noon together.



Suits my company? lend a farthing hearing:

            See no jealousy make the gate against me,

            See no fantasy lead thee out a-roaming.

            Keep close chamber; anon in all profusion

            Count me kisses again again returning.



Bides thy will? with a sudden haste command me;

            Full and wistful, at ease reclin’d, a lover

            Here I languish alone, supinely dreaming.

Pleasure’s soul, and love’s delight,

None by nature graced above thee,

Hypsithilla, let me love thee.

Tell me then, that I shall be

Welcome when I come to thee;

And at noon’s inspiring tide

Close thy gate to all beside.

Let no idle wish to roam

Steal thy thought from joys at home;

But prepare thy charms to aid

Every frolic love e’er play’d.

Speed thy message. Day goes fast.

Now’s the hour; the banquet’s past:

Mid-day suns and goblets flowing

Set my frame with passion glowing.

Spend thee, wanton, fair and free!

Tell me I must haste to thee.

My life, my soul, ah! hear my prayer:

The grateful summons quickly send,

And bless at noon, with joy, thy friend.

And if my fair one will comply,

And not her sighing swain deny

Take care the door be then unbarr’d,

And let no spy be on the guard.

And thou, the aim of my desire,

Attend at home my amorous fire.

Prepare to meet repeated joy,

Continued bliss without alloy;

Dissolving still in thy dear arms,

Still raised by thy reviving charms,

To onsets fresh of sprightly pleasure,

Tumultuous joy beyond all measure,

But dally not with my desire,

Nor quash with thy delays of fire,

Bursting with love upon my couch I lie,

Forestalling with desire the distant joy.

            What sundered you spirit and clay?

Weak sins yet alive are as virtue

            To the strength of the sins of that day.

For dried is the blood of thy lover,

            Ipsithilla, contracted the vein,

Cry aloud ‘Will he rise and recover,

            Our Lady of Pain?’



Cry aloud; for the old world is broken:

            Cry aloud, for the Phrygian is priest,

And rears not the bountiful token

            And spreads not the fairly feast.

From the midmost of Ida, from shady

            Recesses that murmur at morn,

They have brought and baptized her, Our Lady,

            A goddess new-born.



And the chaplets of old are above us,

            And the oyster bed teems out of reach,

Old poets outsing and outlove us,

            And Catullus makes mouths at our speech.

Who shall kiss, in thy father’s own city,

            With such lips as he sang with, again?

Intercede for us all of thy pity,

            Our Lady of Pain.

joy and charm personified,

invite me to join in your afternoon nap.

But merely inviting is not enough.

Make certain that nobody locks the door.

Resist your desire to wander the streets.

Stay in the house and prepare to engage

in nine continuous copulations.

If this is agreeable, tell me at once.

I’m lying on my back, digesting my lunch,

and boring a hole in my tunic and cloak.

my own sweetness, my so clever,

invite me in for siesta

and I’ll come — but at your leisure.

Don’t block your passage, fold down flaps,

slip off out for other pleasures.

Hold on, get set, let’s fill the gap:

nine full-time, full-on, fuck-fuckings;

just say you’re game, just say you will,

you see I’ve eaten, had my fill,

yet still my lunch-box is bulging.

Sugar, honey, let me curl

Up with you this afternoon,

Tell me that I can come soon,

Tell me none will bar your door,

That you’re not busy, and what’s more

That you will wait for me and choose

To give me nine successive screws.

Oh, don’t delay, don’t make me wait,

I’m resting, stuffed with all I ate,

Feeling my pecker stand up straight.

All my pleasure, my only attraction,

Order me to you this afternoon.

And if you do order me, please arrange also

That no one shall get in my was as I enter,

And don’t you go off either at the last moment.

But stay at home and organize for us

Nine copulations in rapid series.

If there’s anything doing, send round immediately;

For here I am, lying in my bed;

I have had my lunch, the thing sticks out of my tunic.

my delicious, my passion,

call for me this afternoon.

Please send for me so I may come

without question,

And don’t sneak off as I enter.

Stay, and wait, and dream up

nine different kinds of copulation

to keep us entertained.

Send for me here, after lunch,

where I’m supine on my bed

with my cock peeking out from my tunic.

My dear sweet Ipsitilla,

My pet, you’re the very girl:

Have me report to you this pip emma.

If the answer’s Roger, be sure

(a) No one bolts your door before I do

(b) You don’t get an itch to go roaming.

I want you indoors,

With nine complete plans of campaign.

The exercise? Fucking by numbers.

So: if you’re on, send a runner.

I’ve had my hot meal and I’m in the picture:

Lying here stiff at attention

Bashing holes in my Number One Dress.

Little charmer, dainty sprite,

Ask me in for a siesta,

And arrange it, darling, lest a

Busybody or a bore

Block my way outside your door.

Please don’t take it in your head

To be out, but stay in bed:

Give me nine goes straight away:

If you’re game, –to-day’s the day;

For I’m lying, newly dined,

On my back, with belly lined,

And I’m rising to the test

Right through cloak and right through vest.

my daily key, eye, my eye’s little leap-horse,

you bid me to “when,” I’m your meridian.

That: so you see as sure as that adjuvant,

no case, limb, menace obscure your tableland,

no tidbit love you outdoors far as a bier.

Stay home, my man he asks we pair us – no bis –

nine continuous gasps, no refutations.

Very, so he could, yes start if you bid to:

he’s primed now a joke-stuffed satyr, so pin us!

pert under the tunic, pulling up the quilt.

            me come visit you at noon?

You will? And one other thing–be sure no-one else is

            there. Be sure you’re at home, leave the door

            unlocked, get ready

for nine uninterrupted fucks. In fact, why not now?

I just had lunch, I’m lolling here, gorged,

and practically punching a hole through my toga.

you delicious piece, be a good girl

and let me take a nap with you.

Say the word, and if you do, be nice,

don’t lock the door on me,

or pull a disappearing act,

but just stay home, warm it up,

and spread out nine straight fucks for me.

How about right now, in fact?

I mean I’m full, and flat on my back,

blasting through my underwear for you.

Send me a line, and don’t forget,

This afternoon; and, if you do,

Be sure you don’t a-shopping go,

So that I find you not at home;

But wait indoors until I come.

Pray, let me have your answer quick

And I’ll be with you in a tick:

For I am ready for the fray

And promise you nine rounds to-day.

soul of my pleasure! Pray do not forget

to send me grateful information soon

that you’re receiving guests this afternoon;

and if, my darling, you will but agree

to save one hour privately for me,

then bar your friendly gates to all beside

myself; don’t let a foolish whim to ride

abroad remove you from my sight, but stay

till each intemperate frolic love can play

has been enjoyed by us nine times–or more,

if I can further raise the lusty score!

Hasten your summons then, for time runs fast;

dinner is ended, and the sun is past

the zenith; garlands fade; the goblet’s dry;

by you I’d eager stand, as here I lie

alone, full-surfeited, aroused aflame to fire

the furnace of reciprocal desire.

O be a dear, you sweet young thing,

ask me to visit you at noon.

If yes it is, don’t change once more

and bid some servant bar the door;

and don’t rush out to call or shop,

but nicely wait for what I’ll bring,

and then, nine hugs without a stop!

So, if you’re there, at once reply.

I’ve lunched and sprawling here I lie

with tunic monstrously awry.

my beloved, my delight,

invite me to your place to spend the afternoon.

And if you do, have the further kindness to see

that no one locks the panel on your threshold,

and don’t take it into your head to go out,

but stay at home and have ready for me

nine consecutive copulations.

And invite me at once if you are going to at all:

for I’m on my bed after lunch, supine and fed,

thrusting through tunic and cloak.

my darling, my delight

tell me you’ll be home

when I come in the hotly still of noon

tell me and if you tell

be this much kind to me

no lock to block the door

no note “gone out back soon”

stay home and make you ready for me

nine times to feel the pulse of love.

            what? you’ll be busy?

            then tell me now

for I lie full and flat, and feel

love knocking, beating at my passion’s door.

My desires and my Wit the meetest,

So bid me join thy nap o’ noon!

Then (after bidding) add the boon

Undraw thy threshold-bolt none dare,

Lest thou be led afar to fare;

Nay bide at home, for us prepare

Nine-fold continuous love-delights.

But aught do thou to hurry things,

For dinner-full I lie aback,

And gown and tunic through I crack.