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Poem by Petronius Arbiter, translator – Kenneth Rexroth
Good God, what a night that was,
The bed was so soft, and how we clung,
Burning together, lying this was and that,
Our uncontrollable passions
Flowing through our mouths,
If I could only die that way,
I’d say goodbye to the business of living.