Catullus’ Passer Mortuus Est

It’s one of the most beautiful love poems ever written.

Lugete, o Veneres Cupidinesque,
et quantum est hominum venustiorum:
passer mortuus est meae puellae
passer, deliciae meae puellae,
quem plus illa oculis suis amabat.
nam mellitus erat suamque norat
ipsam tam bene quam puella matrem,
nec sese a gremio illius movebat,
sed circumsiliens modo huc modo illuc
ad solam dominam usque pipiabat.
qui nunc it per iter tenebricosum
illuc, unde negant redire quemquam.
at vobis male sit, malae tenebrae
Orci, quae omnia bella devoratis:
tam bellum mihi passerem abstulistis.
o factum male! o miselle passer!
tua nunc opera meae puellae
flendo turgiduli rubent ocelli.

I’ll explain why I posted this today some other time.

Helen Boyd

is the author of My Husband Betty and She's Not the Man I Married.


  1. From this, I am presuming that your cat that had the cancer has died. My condolences. I know you guys loved him very much. Sad day.

  2. I know how hard it is to have a pet you love pass. So sorry to hear this.

  3. My family recently lost a beloved pet, too. I’m so sorry to hear that you have, too. It hurts like nothing else.


  4. I don’t know what the words say by I know what it means. Sorry for your loss. They do become part of the family.

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