"Thanks in very large part to Shackleton Bailey and Gideon Nisbet I offer my rendering of Martial Epigrams i.109":
Issa is a bigger scamp than Catullus’s
Sparrow—purer than the peck of a dove;
More seductive than any louche slave-girl;
More precious than strings of Indian pearls:
Issa, darling lapdog of Publius.
He hears her speak in her croons; she knows when
He’s happy or sad; she slumbers, her snout
On his neck, so soundly he can’t hear her
Breathing. When her bladder’s full to bursting,
She won’t let a drop touch the sheets, instead
Nudging him with her pawpad so that, when
Roused, he sets her on the floor, and lifts her
Back on the bed when she’s done. Innately
Chaste and modest, she’s a stranger to love,
No mate being equal to the tender
Young bitch. Lest the Grim Reaper remove all
Trace of her, Publius paints her portrait
Which is more lifelike than the dog herself:
Place them side by side, and you would suppose
Both the real thing or both works of art.
Professor Wu also proposes a looser version that takes Issa's story further, here.
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