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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=475827" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Disappointment</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">But oh, I suppose she was ugly; she wasn't elegant; <br> I hadn't yearned for her often in my prayers.<br>Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all: <br> I just lay there, a disgraceful load for her bed.<br>I wanted it, she did too; and yet no pleasure came<br> from the part of my sluggish loins that should bring joy.<br>The girl entwined her ivory arms around my neck<br> (her arms were whiter than the Sithonian snows) , <br>and gave me greedy kisses, thrusting her fluttering tongue, <br> and laid her eager thigh against my thigh, <br>and whispering fond words, called me the lord of her heart<br> and everything else that lovers murmur in joy.<br>And yet, as if chill hemlock were smeared upon my body, <br> my numb limbs would not act out my desire.<br>I lay there like a log, a fraud, a worthless weight; <br> my body might as well have been a shadow.<br>What will my age be like, if old age ever comes, <br> when even my youth cannot fulfill its role? <br>Ah, I'm ashamed of my years. I'm young and a man: so what? <br> I was neither young nor a man in my girlfriend's eyes.<br>She rose like the sacred priestess who tends the undying flame, <br> or a sister who's chastely lain at a dear brother's side.<br>But not long ago blonde Chlide twice, fair Pitho three times, <br> and Libas three times I enjoyed without a pause.<br>Corinna, as I recall, required my services<br> nine times in one short night - and I obliged! <br>Has some Thessalian potion made my body limp, <br> injuring me with noxious spells and herbs? <br>Did some witch hex my name scratched on crimson wax<br> and stab right through the liver with slender pins? <br>By spells the grain is blighted and withers to worthless weeds; <br> by blighting spells the founts run out of water.<br>Enchantment strips the oaks of acorns, vines of grapes, <br> and makes fruit fall to earth from unstirred boughs.<br>Such magic arts could also sap my virile powers.<br> Perhaps they brought this weakness on my thighs, <br>and shame at what happened, too; shame made it all the worse: <br>that was the second reason for my collapse.<br>Yet what a girl I looked at and touched - but nothing more! <br> I clung to her as closely as her gown.<br>Her touch could make the Pylian sage feel young again, <br> and make Tithonus friskier than his years.<br>This girl fell to my lot, but no man fell to hers.<br> What will I ask for now in future prayers? <br>I believe the mighty gods must rue the gift they gave, <br> since I have treated it so shabbily.<br>Surely, I wanted entry: well, she let me in.<br> Kisses: I got them. To lie at her side: There I was.<br>What good was such great luck - to gain a powerless throne? <br> What did I have, except a miser's gold? <br>I was like the teller of secrets, thirsty at the stream, <br> looking at fruits forever beyond his grasp.<br>Whoever rose at dawn from the bed of a tender girl<br> in a state fit to approach the sacred gods? <br>I suppose she wasn't willing, she didn't waste her best<br> caresses on me, try everything to excite me! <br>That girl could have aroused tough oak and hardest steel<br> and lifeless boulders with her blandishments.<br>She surely was a girl to rouse all living men, <br> but then I was not alive, no longer a man.<br>What pleasure could a deaf man take in Phemius' song<br> or painted pictures bring poor Thamyras? <br>But what joys I envisioned in my private mind, <br> what ways did I position and portray! <br>And yet my body lay as if untimely dead, <br> a shameful sight, limper than yesterday's rose.<br>Now, look! When it's not needed, it's vigorous and strong; <br> now it asks for action and for battle.<br>Lie down, there - shame on you! - most wretched part of me.<br> These promises of yours took me before.<br>You trick your master, you made me be caught unarmed, <br> so that I suffered a great and sorry loss.<br>Yet this same part my girl did not disdain to take<br> in hand, fondling it with a gentle motion.<br>But when she saw no skill she had could make it rise<br> and that it lay without a sign of life, <br>'You're mocking me, ' she said. 'You're crazy! Who asked you<br> to lie down in my bed if you don't want to? <br>You've come here cursed with woolen threads by some Aeaean<br> witch, or worn out by some other love.'<br>And straightway she jumped up, clad in a flowing gown<br> (beautiful, as she rushed barefoot off) , <br>and, lest her maids should know that she had not been touched, <br> began to wash, concealing the disgrace.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">  - translated from the Latin by Jon Corelis</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Ovid">Ovid</a><div class=q>
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Yet holding her I was limp, and nothing happened at all: 
 I just lay there, a disgraceful load for her bed.
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