The Poetry of Catullus

What can one make of it? This charming wit, This expert in civilization conversation Is about as dull as a row of turnips One he touches poetry. However He is never so happy as when he is writing it; Then he can love himself and admire his talents. Still, we all imagine that we have gifts, And everyone is a bit like Suffers; Everyone has his special delusion— Our view of ourselves is a bit different from other people’s.