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Thoughts on Ovid’s book “The Art of Love”

The Roman poet, Ovid, praised his fair Corinna—
the one who opened her bedroom door to him
(and everyone else) before he even knocked,
and then reduced him to a blithering idiot.
One should think that, when he placed her
upon the pedestal, he should have committed
his affection for her to a Roman lavatorium.

Yet, dabbling in the rudimentary “Art of Love,”
whenever he spoke of his passion for Corinna,
he praised her beauty and artistry in bed.
Fool that he was! What did he know
of beauty and love? How could he--
when she was only “fair” Corinna.

But my own lady (I shall not even whisper
her name, for a gentleman must be discreet)
possesses merits that outshine Corinna’s
a hundredfold—at least in my humble opinion--
and everyone knows how humble I am.

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Hi Jerry, another highly interesting poem from you. Composing a poem about the professor of love, no less than Ovid, is a challenge, and you have managed well, as usual. I did not know about his woman Corinna, but never mind, I'm sure he was discreet about his meetings with her...or maybe not.
I shall return for another read, maybe I'll find out about Corinna with Google.
Enjoyed, Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

well, Corinna seems to remain a bit of a mystery to this scholar, lol. Was she truly Ovid's lover? You know how we poets are. Ovid created a mirror image of himself in Corinna--in his fantasy. It's true, however, that Augustus exiled him for lewdness, and my wife is about to ship me off to Tumi on the Black Sea for the same offense. Thank you for commenting, Gracy--and for a fun read, obtain Ovid's witty "The Art of Love." Much appreciated, Jerry

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Hello again, Jerry, you Ovidian poet. Yes, I read about Ovid being exiled, but his books are studied till this present day. Wisdom in all of them. Perhaps I'll read The Art of Love, maybe it's in my library, will search for it.
So you're a lewed poet as well? Hope you enjoy your exile on the Black Sea, good riddance for your sweet
Enjoyed every bit, including this conversation. Gracy

"My soul is painted like the wings of butterflies; fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.” – Freddie Mercury

lewd? No, my dear, that I'm not, lol. Matter of fact, you wouldn't find any porn in my house--not even Lady Chatterley's Lover. As you know, Ovid is rather tame for our age and, therefore, I have no qualms quoting him and other Roman writers, like Catullus. Just finished watching the tv series Spartacus and my ears are still burning; my eyes were equally offended to the point where I desired to slash my wrist, but then I decided to wait till I spotted a rather incompetently written poem (other than mine) on this site. Okeydookey, my dear friend; salve, and don't take any wooden dinares. Yours, Giraldus (my gladiator name, lol.) Jerry

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