This ode has an emphatic position in Horace’s fourth book, bang in the middle, no. 8 of 15. He obviously sets a lot of store by its message: that it is poets who confer immortality on the men they celebrate. Once again, there are echoes of Pindar, famous for his lyrics in praise of great men and victors in sacred games. The message about survival comes as a foil immediately after the beautiful but melancholy ode 4.7 about the inevitability of death. The metre underlines its importance to Horace, who uses this form of Asclepiad only twice elsewhere, in his dedication to his patron Maecenas in the first poem of his first book, and in the last of his third book, in which he has proudly claimed immortality for himself on the strength of his lyric poetry.
Unfortunately something has gone wrong with the text, which seems awkward in places and is the only ode of all that cannot be divided neatly into four-line stanzas: scholars have debated for many years precisely what and where the problem is. Many have also been unhappy that a piece that looks as though it is to be a celebration of the achievements of Censorinus, the addressee, in the end does not say anything about them. Perhaps this matters less if the piece is read as a personal gift of poetry to one of the friends (“sodalibus”) that Horace mention at the beginning, rather than panegyric praising a public figure. There is plenty of that elsewhere in Book 4 of the Odes, especially in poems highlighting the achievements of members of the Emperor Augustus’s family.
Castor and Pollux, sons of Jupiter by Leda, were guardians of seafarers; in myth, Aeacus was a legendarily just king who was made a judge in the underworld after his death.
Metre: minor Asclepiad.
See the illustrated blog post here.
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