Gaius Valerius Catullus - His Boat

Gaius Valerius Catullus - His Boat

This boat you see, friends, will tell you br that she was the fastest of craft, br not to be challenged for speed br by any vessel afloat, whether br driven by sail or the labour of oars. br The threatening Adriatic coast won’t deny it, br nor the isles of the Cyclades, br nor noble Rhodes, nor fearful Bosphorus, br nor the grim bay of the Black Sea br where, before becoming a boat, she was br leafy wood: for on the heights of Cytorus br she often hissed to the whispering leaves. br The boat says these things were well known to you, br and are, Amastris and box-wood clad Cytorus: br she says from the very beginning she stood br on your slope, that she dipped her oars br in your water, and carried her owner from there br over so many headstrong breakers, br whether the wind cried from starboard br or larboard, or whether Jupiter struck at the sheets br on one side and the other, together: br and no prayers to the gods of the shore were offered br for her, when she came from a foreign sea br here, as far as this limpid lake. br But that’s past: now hidden away here br she ages quietly and offers herself to you, br Castor and his brother, heavenly Twins.


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Uploaded: 2014-11-07

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