Lockdown, at last, is easing in the UK – after over 100 days. So I’m winding up this little series of poetry readings. But if things deteriorate, then I may well take up arms again. But after today’s there will be one more once I get round to editing it.
This one is a little different though – and it exposes me to ridicule and guffaws amongst native speakers because of an attempt to speak in tongues; or rather, other languages. Three to be precise, one living and two dead.
Catullus’ AVE ATQUE VALE (Hail and Farewell)
