Odes 1.16

Lovely mother, lovelier daughter

by Horace

Iambics are a poetic metre which, by long Greek and Roman tradition going back at least to the poet Archilochus in the seventh century BCE, was used for personal attacks and lampoons. Horace used them in earlier work, but now he makes it clear that he has moved on. This poem, which is written in much more sophisticated metre, Alcaics, itself belongs to a poetic genre which stems from early Greek lyric: the palinode, or recantation. The beauty to whom the poem is addressed, and her beautiful mother, seem likely to have been a real mother and daughter whom Horace wanted to compliment – why invent such a detail – but their identity is obscure.

The mood of the poem is calm and conciliatory, renouncing the anger and hostility with which iambic poetry was associated, although it consists of a dense web of references to violence and excess from nature, religion and myth. This juxtaposition is probably designed to mirror a central idea from Epicurean philosophy: that the greatest happiness comes from peace of mind generated by a moderate approach to life and the avoidance of fear and pain.

Cybele was a goddess originally from Asia Minor, who is said to have been introduced to Rome as a result of an oracle during the second war against Carthage at the end of the third century BCE. Her worship involved ecstatic ritual, eunuch priests and armed dancers (the Corybants). Noricum, which included much of modern Austria and Slovenia, was famous for fine steel. The lion is a reference to a myth in which Prometheus (“forethought”) and his brother Epimetheus (“afterthought”) were creating the animals. Epimetheus used up all the characteristics available before they got round to humans. Prometheus filled the gap by taking parts of the human make-up from all the other animals, giving humankind a composite character owing something to each of them. Thyestes was the uncle of Agamemnon and Menelaus, mythical Greek hero-kings of the Trojan war. In the darkest and most famous event in Thyestes’s long feud with his brother, Atreus, Atreus murdered Thyestes’s sons and served them to him at a feast. Marking the line of a new city’s walls with the plough was part of foundation ritual, so that driving a plough over a conquered city’s walls is symbolic of its utter annihilation. The image would certainly have called to mind the total destruction of Carthage and the massacre or enslavement of its people by a Roman army at the end of the third Punic war in 146 BCE.

All of these references would have been instantly clear to an educated audience of Horace’s time, and I suspect that not many tears would have been shed for the Carthaginians.

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O matre pulchra filia pulchrior,
quem criminosis cumque voles modum
pones iambis, sive flamma
sive mari libet Hadriano.

non Dindymene, non adytis quatit
mentem sacerdotum incola Pythius,
non Liber aeque, non acuta
sic geminant Corybantes aera,

tristes ut irae, quas neque Noricus
deterret ensis nec mare naufragum
nec saevus ignis nec tremendo
Iuppiter ipse ruens tumultu.

fertur Prometheus addere principi
limo coactus particulam undique
desectam et insani leonis
vim stomacho adposuisse nostro.

irae Thyesten exitio gravi
stravere et altis urbibus ultimae
stetere causae, cur perirent
funditus imprimeretque muris

hostile aratrum exercitus insolens.
conpesce mentem: me quoque pectoris
temptavit in dulci iuventa
fervor et in celeres iambos

misit furentem. nunc ego mitibus
mutare quaero tristia, dum mihi
fias recantatis amica
opprobriis animumque reddas.

A lovely mother’s lovelier daughter,
you can put an end to my libelous iambics
however you want: burn them if you like,
or throw them in the Adriatic.

Not Cybele, nor the Delphic presence
in Apollo’s inmost shrine, nor Bacchus either,
nor the Corybantes clashing their brass cymbals,
can strike such a blow to their priests’ sanity

as dark fits of anger, which neither swords
forged from Norican steel, nor the sea and its shipwrecks,
nor raging fire, nor Jupiter himself, thundering down
with a fearful crash, will deter.

They say that Prometheus was forced to snip
a piece from all the other species and add it
to our primaeval human clay, and put
the violence of a lion into our human temper.

With grim destruction, anger
smashed down Thyestes, and was
at the root of high cities
perishing down to their foundations,

and an arrogant army running the enemy’s plough
over their walls. Calm your fears: In my happy youth, I too
was tried by the burning passion of my heart,
and it set me, raging and reckless, to composing iambics.

But my aim now is to change grimness to gentleness,
provided, since I have recanted
those offensive poems, that you
will be my friend and give me back my heart.

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More Poems by Horace

  1. Jealousy
  2. A prayer to Venus
  3. The consolations of wine
  4. The lust for money versus the simple life
  5. Stormy seas
  6. A plea for burial
  7. Neobule
  8. Love a slave-girl? Oh, Xanthias!
  9. Lydia’s tragedy
  10. Courage and decadence: the Regulus ode
  11. Rome: disaster and salvation
  12. A change of mind
  13. Love lost and found
  14. A prayer to Mercury
  15. Horace welcomes his army comrade
  16. Carpe diem, Sestius
  17. Gyges’s constancy
  18. The victories of Drusus and Tiberius
  19. Horace’s Chloe
  20. Lyce grows old
  21. New temples, new morals
  22. Romulus becomes a God
  23. Diana and Apollo: a hymn
  24. O Fons Bandusiae
  25. Be your age, Chloris!
  26. Late stirrings
  27. A garland from the Muses
  28. A dedication to Diana
  29. Licymnia
  30. Mourning for a good man
  31. A Prayer to the poetry-God
  32. A day off for rain
  33. Give me comfort, not riches
  34. Caesar’s safe return
  35. Housman and Horace
  36. Diffugere nives
  37. Horace’s limitations
  38. The fleeting years slip by
  39. Gathering rosebuds: carpe diem
  40. Some advice for Dellius
  41. Awe for the Gods
  42. An invitation to Maecenas
  43. Augustus, master of the world
  44. The Golden Mean
  45. Poscimur
  46. An invocation to the lyre
  47. The final ode
  48. Pindar and Augustus
  49. A prayer to Faunus
  50. A tactful compliment
  51. Horace’s reverence to Bacchus
  52. Relief from care
  53. Horace’s fame and Apollo’s gift
  54. Lalage is too young
  55. Nereus prophesies the Trojan War
  56. Celebrating Neptune’s feast day
  57. A country sacrifice
  58. Soracte
  59. What Roman youth should be
  60. Don’t worry, be happy
  61. Postumus, the years slip by
  62. Luxury versus the simple life
  63. A Farewell to arms
  64. Iccius goes soldiering
  65. Valgius and Mystes
  66. Poetry, the giver of immortality
  67. Horace the peacemaker
  68. Horace’s wine
  69. Glycera
  70. The tug-of-war for Nearchus
  71. A divine inspiration
  72. Horace returns to lyric poetry
  73. An oath to Maecenas
  74. Horace, accepted bard of Rome
  75. Pyrrha
  76. The pleasures and dangers of wine
  77. The country is best
  78. Europa’s lament
  79. Romulus in Heaven
  80. Leave the cares of state, Maecenas
  81. Locked out
  82. Horace’s first Ode
  83. Curse you, tree!
  84. Numida’s back
  85. Horace’s Cleopatra ode
  86. Augustus returns
  87. Horace’s prayer to a wine-jar
  88. Horace the swan
  89. Jupiter’s authority, and Caesar’s
  90. Fortuna
  91. Horace, the wolf and the upright life
  92. Last love
  93. Horace’s monument
  94. A call for a moral renaissance
  95. Unrequited love
  96. Tibur or Tarentum: a poet’s dilemma?
  97. Wealth should be used, not hoarded
  98. Don’t trust Barine
  99. Roman values for the new age
  100. Here’s to Murena!
  101. Pollio’s histories of civil war
  102. Horace rests from his labours

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