Why should I always be torn from the desire of my heart?
Yet you have sworn you would be my companion, always beside me;
That you swore by the stars, or by the light of your eyes.
Woman’s words are as light as the doomed leaves whirling in autumn,
Easily swept by the wind, easily drowned by the wave.
If there is still in your heart some feeling of faith toward a lost man,
Add to the promise you made something by way of a deed.
Soon as you can, shake the reins over the manes of your ponies,
Whirl the light car along, swiftly as ever you can,
And wherever she comes, O hills, sink low for her passing,
O be easy to ride, winding roads in the vales!
translated by Rolfe Humphries
Leonard Durso 
…beautiful.
Ovid is great. Glad you found it beautiful.
Yes, he is… I read his Metamorphoses and I am in love with all the sculptures telling them 🙂
The poems he wrote in exile are also great. He had too much style snd wit to go peacefully into oblivion.
Thank you very much for commenting me this, I will read them 🙂 Sweet Sunday, Stefanie
That’s the nicest thing anyone’s said to me all weekend.
You, too, Len.