Odes 4.11

Last love

by Horace

In the fourth and last Book of his Odes, produced, we are told, at Augustus’s bidding a decade after the first three, a now middle-aged Horace is wooing a woman who, he says, will be his last love. Her name, and the name of the young man she would like as a lover, are Greek – Phyllis and Telephus – so  the likelihood is that the inspiration for this Ode is literary rather than personal, or that, if Horace does have real people in mind, he has disguised them under Greek aliases. A Phyllis appears several times in the Eclogues of Virgil, to whom the next Ode in Book 4 is dedicated, so Horace may have chosen the name as a compliment to him. A Telephus appears as a lover once or twice in other Odes, never with anything to mark him out as a real person. In myth his name belonged to someone who was wounded by Achilles’s spear, then cured by rust from it, so the implication is that his affections may be changeable.

As often with Horace, a great deal of the artistry and charm of this beautiful poem lies in its intricate word-order and in the play of the metre, which are impossible to mimic convincingly in English. This helps to explain why Horace, though probably the greatest poet on PantheonPoets.com after Homer, is one of the hardest to appreciate in translation alone.

The metre, Sapphics, is distinctly musical, in keeping with the musical references at the end of the poem. References to myth include Phaethon, who unwisely borrowed his father Apollo’s chariot, and was first burnt when he drove too close to the sun, then blasted by Jupiter’s thunderbolt: you can find Ovid’s version of the story  here. Pegasus, the winged horse, was tamed by Bellerophon, but threw him when he presumed to try to fly up to the realm of the Gods on Olympus.

This is the only piece in the final book of the Odes in which Horace mentions his friend and patron Maecenas, who by this time was not in such high favour as previously with the Emperor Augustus.

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Est mihi nonum superantis annum
plenus Albani cadus, est in horto,
Phylli, nectendis apium coronis;
est hederae vis

multa, qua crinis religata fulges,
ridet argento domus, ara castis
vincta verbenis avet immolato
spargier agno;

cuncta festinat manus, huc et illuc
cursitant mixtae pueris puellae,
sordidum flammae trepidant rotantes
vertice fumum.

ut tamen noris, quibus advoceris
gaudiis: Idus tibi sunt agendae,
qui dies mensem Veneris marinae
findit Aprilem,

iure sollemnis mihi sanctiorque
paene natali proprio, quod ex hac
luce Maecenas meus adfluentis
ordinat annos.

Telephum, quem tu petis, occupavit
non tuae sortis iuvenem puella
dives et lasciva tenetque grata
compede vinctum.

terret ambustus Phaethon avaras
spes et exemplum grave praebet ales
Pegasus terrenum equitem gravatus
Bellerophontem,

semper ut te digna sequare et ultra
quam licet sperare nefas putando
disparem vites. age iam, meorum
finis amorum,

(non enim posthac alia calebo
femina) condisce modos, amanda
voce quos reddas: minuentur atrae
carmine curae.

I have a cask full of Alban wine, Phyllis,
more than nine years old,
I have celery in the garden to make garlands with,
I have no end of ivy

for you to tie your hair with and shine, the house
smiles with silver, the altar,
decked with wreaths of sacred leaf, stands waiting
to be sprinkled with blood from the offered lamb,

the whole household is hurrying, the servants,
girls and boys together, are scurrying to and fro,
the flames are quivering, swirling and eddying,
with sooty smoke at their tips.

So that you know what joys you are
being invited to share, you will be
celebrating the Ides, the day
that halves sea-born Venus’s month of April,

duty-bound to be a solemn one for me,
and more sacred almost than my own birthday,
as it is the day from which my Maecenas
reckons his succeeding days.

You have designs on Telephus, a boy
who is not destined for you: a rich and playful lady
has taken possession of him, and he enjoys
the chain she keeps him bound with.

That Phaethon was burnt,  should be a deterrent
to greedy hopes, and Pegasus the winged horse,
weighed down by his earthbound rider, Bellerophon,
offers a painful example

that you should always seek what is proper,
think carefully and avoid going astray
by wrongful aspirations to someone
who is beyond your station.

Come, my last amour –  from now on
I shall warm to no other woman – let’s learn tunes together for you to sing  me in that lovely voice,
and sad cares will be relieved by song.

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More Poems by Horace

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