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. The final ode
  2. Postumus, the years slip by
  3. Lalage is too young
  4. Awe for the Gods
  5. Nereus prophesies the Trojan War
  6. Horace’s first Ode
  7. Courage and decadence: the Regulus ode
  8. Gathering rosebuds: carpe diem
  9. Diana and Apollo: a hymn
  10. Horace’s Chloe
  11. Here’s to Murena!
  12. Fortuna
  13. The tug-of-war for Nearchus
  14. Augustus, master of the world
  15. Horace, the wolf and the upright life
  16. Lydia’s tragedy
  17. What Roman youth should be
  18. Last love
  19. Curse you, tree!
  20. The fleeting years slip by
  21. Unrequited love
  22. Housman and Horace
  23. Some advice for Dellius
  24. Soracte
  25. Horace the peacemaker
  26. Horace returns to lyric poetry
  27. A garland from the Muses
  28. The pleasures and dangers of wine
  29. Horace’s limitations
  30. The consolations of wine
  31. Horace’s reverence to Bacchus
  32. Glycera
  33. Mourning for a good man
  34. Horace rests from his labours
  35. A prayer to Venus
  36. A prayer to Mercury
  37. Diffugere nives
  38. Jealousy
  39. Horace’s wine
  40. An invitation to Maecenas
  41. Horace’s prayer to a wine-jar
  42. Love a slave-girl? Oh, Xanthias!
  43. Wealth should be used, not hoarded
  44. Horace welcomes his army comrade
  45. Pollio’s histories of civil war
  46. Licymnia
  47. O Fons Bandusiae
  48. Carpe diem, Sestius
  49. The Golden Mean
  50. Poscimur
  51. Stormy seas
  52. A Prayer to the poetry-God
  53. Iccius goes soldiering
  54. The country is best
  55. Celebrating Neptune’s feast day
  56. Pindar and Augustus
  57. Luxury versus the simple life
  58. Tibur or Tarentum: a poet’s dilemma?
  59. Don’t trust Barine
  60. Give me comfort, not riches
  61. A change of mind
  62. Horace’s monument
  63. Valgius and Mystes
  64. Numida’s back
  65. Lovely mother, lovelier daughter
  66. Pyrrha
  67. Horace’s Cleopatra ode
  68. Don’t worry, be happy
  69. Rome: disaster and salvation
  70. A Farewell to arms