February 22, 2001

  • barbara est et barbara,
    et mihi cara,
    splendidus igneus, sol muliebris,
    movens me atque, procul penitus.


    I speak to you in this tongue, girl,
    with the feigned voice of Cicero,
    not out of some strained pretense,
    but only so you'll know-
    that I think that our days together
    are as sure until the day I die
    as seeing "Elvis Lives!"
    skywritten in an ancient Roman sky.

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