Odes 3.17

A day off for rain

by Horace

At first sight, this little poem is a puzzle. We know from a particularly warm and beautiful poem addressed to Aelius (ode 1.28) that he and Horace were on good terms, but why the long genealogical opening, taking up half the poem, and is there any particular point to the little agricultural-cum-domestic vignette in the second half? The genealogical passage probably has a humorous intent: Lamia’s is a name to approach with care, since in regular speech it means a particularly nasty kind of witch. Then the first king of Formiae, from whom Lamia is said to be descended, was associated with the cannibal Laestrygonians with whom Odysseus has an unpleasant encounter in Book 10 of the Odyssey, increasing the likelihood that Horace may be gently ribbing his friend.

Towards the end, Lamia’s “Genius” could be the inner self or guardian spirit which was thought to accompany a person through life. Some commentators think that Horace literally sees the suckling pig as a blood sacrifice to this unseen companion, the sort of thing you might do especially on a borthday; others that the reference is metaphorical, and that Horace simply means, take the opportunity of a bad-weather day to relax and spoil your inner you. The two interpretations are not mutually exclusive, and Horace probably has both in mind.

Metre: Alcaics

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Aeli vetusto nobilis ab Lamo,
quando et priores hinc Lamias ferunt
denominatos et nepotum
per memores genus omne fastos,

auctore ab illo ducis originem,
qui Formiarum moenia dicitur
princeps et innantem Maricae
litoribus tenuisse Lirim,

late tyrannus: cras foliis nemus
multis et alga litus inutili
demissa tempestas ab Euro
sternet, aquae nisi fallit augur

annosa cornix. dum potes, aridum
conpone lignum: cras genium mero
curabis et porco bimenstri
cum famulis operum solutis.

Aelius, who date your nobility to an ancient Lamus – since both the early Lamiae and the whole race of their descendants are said throughout the long memories of the family records to be so called from that source – you take your own origin from the founder who, ruler of wide lands, is said to have been the first to reign over the walls of Formiae and the river Liris, which floats along the shores of Marica. Tomorrow a storm sent down from the east wind will thickly spread the woods with leaves and the shore with worthless seaweed, if the aged crow, prophetess of rain, does not deceive me. Get in dry wood while you can: tomorrow you shall regale your guardian spirit with wine and a two-month sucking-pig with your slaves, excused from their work.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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