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Book I.12 - 1-20 Faithfulness in Separation - PROPERTIUS

The narrator addresses Rome, lamenting that his lover Cynthia is now separated from him by great distance, as she no longer shares his bed or speaks sweetly to him. They were once deeply in love and envied by others, but now some god or herb has broken their bond. Without Cynthia, he must endure long lonely nights for the first time, weeping alone instead of with her. He finds no joy in the prospect of loving another, as Cynthia was both the beginning and will be the end of love for him.

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Book I.12 - 1-20 Faithfulness in Separation - PROPERTIUS

The narrator addresses Rome, lamenting that his lover Cynthia is now separated from him by great distance, as she no longer shares his bed or speaks sweetly to him. They were once deeply in love and envied by others, but now some god or herb has broken their bond. Without Cynthia, he must endure long lonely nights for the first time, weeping alone instead of with her. He finds no joy in the prospect of loving another, as Cynthia was both the beginning and will be the end of love for him.

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Book I.

12:1-20 Faithfulness in separation

Why dont you stop inventing charges of apathy, Rome, the knowing, saying it grips me? Shes separated from my bed by as many miles asRussias rivers from Venices River Po. Cynthia doesnt nourish familiar love in her arms, nor make sweet sounds in my ear. Once I pleased: then there was no one to touch us who could compare for loyalty in love. We were envied. Surely a god overcame me, or some herb picked from Prometheanmountains shattered our bond? I am not who I was: distant journeys alter girls. How quickly love flies! Now Im forced to endure long nights alone, for the first time, and be oppressive to myself. Hes happy whos able to weep where his girl is: Love takes no small joy in a sprinkling of tears. Or he who, rejected, can change his desire: there is joy in a new slavery as well. But it is impossible for me ever to love another, or part from her. Cynthia was loves beginning: Cynthia will be its end.

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