Give me the waters of Lethe that numb the heart, if they exist, I will still not have the power to forget you.
OvidTag: love longing exile homesickness
Our native soil draws all of us, by I know not what sweetness, and never allows us to forget.
OvidTag: exile homesickness
It's a kindness that the mind can go where it wishes.
OvidTag: exile homesickness
Ars est celaree artem.
OvidI am the poet of the poor, because I was poor when I loved; since I could not give gifts, I gave words.
OvidIf you would be loved, be lovable
OvidOmnia mutantur, nihil interit (everything changes, nothing perishes).
OvidDignity and love do not blend well, nor do they continue long together.
OvidHe plunged his arms deep to embrace
One who vanished in agitated water.
Again and again he kissed
The lips that seemed to be rising to kiss his
But dissolved, as he touched them,
Into a soft splash and a shiver of ripples.
How could he clasp and caress his own reflection?
And still he could not comprehend
What the deception was, what the delusion.
He simply became more excited by it.
Poor misguided boy! Why clutch so vainly
At such a brittle figment? What you hope
To lay hold of has no existence.
Look away and what you love is nowhere.
All right, boy, skewer me. I've dropped my defenses,
I'm an easy victim. Why, by now
Your arrows practically know their own way to the target
And feel less at home in their quiver than in me.
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