Odes 3.23

A country sacrifice

by Horace

In this poem we find ourselves in a culture very distant from our own. Phydile, whose name is Greek and implies thrift, is the woman responsible for the regular offerings and ceremonial due to the domestic gods of a modest home and estate in the country, and Horace is the master giving the necessary authority for the rituals. The tenses used at the end show that he is stating a general or proverbial rule there: Phydile, we know, is offering a pig; but even if she did not, her pious observance would be enough without one. The poem seems intended to express the deep affection and respect in which Horace holds the deep traditions and simple piety of the countryside and country people. Grain and salt appear because they were sprinkled on the victim prior to sacrifice, and the salt “jumps” in the fire on the altar.

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Metre: Alcaics.

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Caelo supinas si tuleris manus
nascente luna, rustica Phidyle,
si ture placaris et horna
fruge Laris avidaque porca:

nec pestilentem sentiet Africum
fecunda vitis nec sterilem seges
robiginem aut dulces alumni
pomifero grave tempus anno.

nam quae nivali pascitur Algido
devota quercus inter et ilices
aut crescit Albanis in herbis
victima, pontificum securis

cervice tinguet: te nihil attinet
temptare multa caede bidentium
parvos coronantem marino
rore deos fragilique myrto.

inmunis aram si tetigit manus,
non sumptuosa blandior hostia,
mollivit aversos Penatis
farre pio et saliente mica.

If when the new moon is born you hold your hands up in prayer, country-dwelling Phydile, and placate the Lares with incense and the first-fruits of the corn and a greedy pig, your fertile vine will not feel the pestilential scirocco, nor your wheat-field feel the sterile mildew, nor your sweet young stock the heavy weather in fruitful autumn-time. For it’s the axes of the priests that blood from the neck of the consecrated sacrificial victim now feeding on snowy Algidus among the oaks and ilexes, or growing on the Alban grassland, will tinge: it is definitely not for you, who crown your little gods with rosemary and fragile myrtle, to tempt them with a great slaughter of sheep. And always, if your hand touches the altar, even without an expensive victim to make it more persuasive, it will placate the Penates, should they be angry, just with the pious gift of grain and jumping salt.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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