Daisy

 Plus quan se atque suos amavit omnes, 
nunc.
.
.
 
- Catullus

You were my playmate by the sea.
 
We swam together.
 
Your girl's body had no breasts.
 

We found prawns among the rocks; 
We liked to feel the sun and to do nothing; 
In the evening we played games with the others.
 

It made me glad to be by you.
 

Sometimes I kissed you, 
And you were always glad to kiss me; 
But I was afraid - I was only fourteen.
 

And I had quite forgotten you, 
You and your name.
 

To-day I pass through the streets.
 
She who touches my arms and talks with me 
Is - who knows? - Helen of Sparta, 
Dryope, Laodamia .
.
.
 

And there are you 
A whore in Oxford Street.

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