J. N. Cameron
Nunc Scio Quid Sit Amor
Nunc scio quid sit Amor: duris in cotibus illum
Aut Tmaros aut Rhodope aut extremi Garamantes
Nec generis nostri puerum nec sanguinis edunt.
Eighth Eclogue.
From lands where all the flowers have teeth, where half
A serpent-furlong coils round every tree,
Where the wild rainbow, like a great giraffe,
Curves down its neck to drink upon the sea,
Has come this most outrageous foreigner,
This fierce outlander who has swooped on me,
And like a peacock's tail keeps hanging there,
Above my shoulder, where I turn and see
Tall flames—or are they pinions?—stream above.
And from his savage smell I can't go free.
I fear you and I fear you, barbarous Love.
You are no citizen of my country.
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