Odes 1.28

A plea for burial

by Horace

We learn only half-way through that the speaker here is not, as usual, Horace, but a drowned sailor who, because he is unburied, is earthbound, and cannot cross the river Styx to the underworld. He addresses, first, Archytas, buried nearby, a famous scientist and follower of the sage and mathematician Pythagoras; then a passing mariner whom, alternating pleas with threats, he calls on to perform his burial rites – three handfuls of sand would be enough. Tantalus (Pelops’s father) who, although a mortal, was a dinner guest of Jupiter, and Tithonus, who was loved by Aurora, the Dawn, are given as examples of men who had to die in spite of enjoying the favour of the Gods. “The son of Panthus” refers to Euphorbus, a Trojan fighter, and at the same time to Pythagoras, who believed that he was Euphorbus’s reincarnation. The shield is one that Pythagoras was said to have recognised from his previous life as belonging to Euphorbus when he saw it hanging in the temple of Hera at Argos.

The unusual metre alternates dactylic hexameters with dactylic tetrameters.

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Te maris et terrae numeroque carentis harenae
mensorem cohibent, Archyta,
pulveris exigui prope litus parva Matinum
munera nec quicquam tibi prodest
aerias temptasse domos animoque rotundum
percurrisse polum morituro.
occidit et Pelopis genitor, conviva deorum,
Tithonusque remotus in auras
et Iovis arcanis Minos admissus habentque
Tartara Panthoiden iterum Orco
demissum, quamvis clipeo Troiana refixo
tempora testatus nihil ultra
nervos atque cutem morti concesserat atrae,
iudice te non sordidus auctor
naturae verique. sed omnis una manet nox
et calcanda semel via leti.
dant alios Furiae torvo spectacula Marti,
exitio est avidum mare nautis;
mixta senum ac iuvenum densentur funera, nullum
saeva caput Proserpina fugit:
me quoque devexi rapidus comes Orionis
Illyricis Notus obruit undis.
at tu, nauta, vagae ne parce malignus harenae
ossibus et capiti inhumato
particulam dare: sic quodcumque minabitur Eurus
fluctibus Hesperiis Venusinae
plectantur silvae te sospite multaque merces
unde potest tibi defluat aequo
ab Iove Neptunoque sacri custode Tarenti.
neglegis inmeritis nocituram
postmodo te natis fraudem conmittere? fors et
debita iura vicesque superbae
te maneant ipsum: precibus non linquar inultis
teque piacula nulla resolvent.
quamquam festinas, non est mora longa; licebit
iniecto ter pulvere curras.

Although you measured the earth and the sky and the numberless sands, Archytas, still the paltry gift of a handful of dust confines you near the shore of Matinum, and it is of no help to you now that you explored the halls of the sky, and travelled in your mind throughout the domed heavens, doomed as you were to die. Even Pelops’s father perished, though he had been a guest at the table of the gods, and Tithonus, who was swept away among the winds, and Minos who was privy to the secrets of Jupiter; and Tartarus holds the son of Panthus, sent down to Hades a second time, even though by taking down that shield he called the age of Troy to witness that he had conceded nothing to black death beyond his sinews and his skin, and although in your eyes, Archytas, he was no ordinary interpreter of nature and truth. One common night waits for all, and the road of death is trodden only once. The Furies give some men as a spectacle to savage Mars, the sea means destruction for sailors; the deaths of old and young multiply together, and cruel Proserpina spares not a single head. And I? The strong south-west wind, Orion’s companion at his setting, overwhelmed me too in the in the waters off Illyria. But you, mariner, do not begrudge me some grains of the wandering sand for my bones and my unburied head! Whatever the south-east wind threatens against the seas of Italy, and when it lashes the woods of Venusina, may you be safe, and may great rewards flow down to you from all around from gracious Jupiter and Neptune, the guardian of sacred Tarentum. Do you think it a trivial matter to commit a wrong that will bring harm to your undeserving children? Perhaps your own future too will see what is yours by right withheld and your pride rebounding back on you: I will not be left with my prayers unanswered and no sacrifice will free you from your guilt! Though you are in haste, it will not take long to cast three handfuls of dust upon me, and then speed on!

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More Poems by Horace

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

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