Catullus again fails to count the kisses he wants to give to Lesbia while (courtesy of Vincent Van Gogh) the starry night looks on. See his earlier attempt here.
Today’s post is the first poem in Propertius’s works. He introduces us to Cynthia. He is not happy. Whether this is because he hasn’t got her, or because he has got her, we can’t be quite sure, but by the next poem they will be an item. It will be a long and rocky ride together. Cynthia is a skilled musician and lyre player, which is not the only attribute she has in common with the sirens.
