Sparrow, the special delight of my girl, <br />whom often she teases and holds on her lap <br />and pokes with the tip of her finger, provoking <br />counterattacks with your mordant beak, <br />whenever my luminous love desires <br />something or other, innocuous fun, <br />a bit of escape, I suppose, from her pain, <br />a moment of peace from her turbulent passion, <br />I wish I could play like she does with you <br />and lighten the cares of my sorrowful soul. <br />It thrills me as much as the nimble girl <br />in the story was thrilled by the gilded apple <br />that finally uncinched her virginal gown.<br /><br />Gaius Valerius Catullus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sparrow-the-special-delight-of-my-girl/
