O thou Torquatus, the space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, a wide distance in the travelling. The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces toward the propinquity to the most sweet virgin of whom knowledge is to me. Farewell, O (thou) Piccadillium! Farewell, O rectangle of (the consul) Lestertius! The space to Tipperarium is (many) thousand of paces, yet, moreover, my heart at that location is present. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...VARIATIONS: 12 by CONRAD AIKEN THE WORLD AS WILL AND REPRESENTATION' by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS MOMENT by HAYDEN CARRUTH DREAM LIFE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SLEEPING TOGETHER by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |