Odes Book 1.4

Carpe diem, Sestius

by Horace

Give or take some particularly nice touches in the descriptions of spring in the first third, this Ode at first glance looks like a standard “carpe diem” poem which would have been easier to like had it concentrated slightly more on current pleasures and less on the grim inevitability of death. Why is it here, in prime position very close to the beginning of Horace’s first book of Odes?

The answer lies in the dedicatee, Sestius, a rich (“beatus”) entrepreneur, some of whose interests may be reflected in the poem’s references to activities like shipping and workshops. He was a consul in the year in which Horace’s first three books of Odes are believed to have been “published”, 23 BCE. In his young days, he had soldiered with Brutus against Octavian and Mark Antony in the war that followed Julius Caesar’s assassination. The fact that Octavian, now Augustus, has appointed him to the highest traditional office of State says a great deal for the new Emperor’s magnanimity, and his openness to reconciliation with past opponents. So Horace’s dedication is sending an unspoken, but powerful, message about contemporary politics and Augustus’s regime, and paying an oblique compliment to Augustus himself.

Horace, too, had fought with Brutus against Octavian, so it is not at all unlikely that he and Sestius had known one another for years and were on friendly terms. This would give scope for personal references and humour, not all of which would be obvious to us. The phrase “vitae summa brevis” (life’s short sum), for example, might allude to Sestius’s appointment, as became common under Augustus, being a “suffect” consulship: this meant that he served only a few months, rather than a full year.

Garlanded heads are “shining” because of the Roman practice of anointing with perfumed dressings. The Cyclopes were Vulcan’s workers, labouring in workshops conventionally located under volcanoes to forge thunderbolts for Jupiter. This is a spring activity because Jupiter will need the thunderbolts when the summer storms arrive. Faunus, a countryside God, had a festival in the City on 13 February, which seems a plausible time for signs of spring showing themselves.

The metre is couplets of an Archilochius major followed by an iambic trimeter catalectic. We do not know why Horace chose this very rare form: perhaps he had a Greek model in mind that we do not know about.

See the blog post with a Roman painting of Faunus/Pan here.

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Solvitur acris hiems grata vice veris et Favoni
trahuntque siccas machinae carinas
ac neque iam stabulis gaudet pecus aut arator igni
nec prata canis albicant pruinis.
iam Cytherea choros ducit Venus imminente luna
iunctaeque Nymphis Gratiae decentes
alterno terram quatiunt pede, dum gravis Cyclopum
Volcanus ardens visit officinas.
nunc decet aut viridi nitidum caput impedire myrto
aut flore, terrae quem ferunt solutae,
nunc et in umbrosis Fauno decet immolare lucis,
seu poscat agna sive malit haedo.
pallida Mors aequo pulsat pede pauperum tabernas
regumque turris. o beate Sesti,
vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat inchoare longam;
iam te premet nox fabulaeque Manes
et domus exilis Plutonia; quo simul mearis,
nec regna vini sortiere talis
nec tenerum Lycidan mirabere, quo calet iuventus
nunc omnis et mox virgines tepebunt.

The bitter winter is melting with the welcome return of the spring and the west wind, the winches are hauling the dry ships (to the sea); the herd no longer delights in the cowshed and the ploughman in the fire, and the meadows no longer show white with the frosts. Now Venus the Cytherean leads the dances as the moon shines above, and the comely Graces, arm-in-arm with nymphs, strike the dance-floor with each foot in turn, while glowing Vulcan inspects the grim workshops of the Cyclopes. Now is the time to twine your shining head with fresh green myrtle, or the flowers which the thawed earth is bearing; now is the time to sacrifice to Faunus in his shaded sacred groves, with a lamb if he requires it, or a kid if he prefers. With an impartial foot, pale Death strikes both the shanties of paupers and the towers of kings. O blessed Sestius, the short sum of life forbids us to embark on hope that is long. At any moment, night and the fabled Shades and Pluto’s cramped home will close in upon you: once you have gone there, you will no longer cast lots with the dice for who will preside over the drinking, nor marvel at tender Lycidas, whom all the youths are burning for now, and for whom the feelings of the girls will soon grow warm.

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More Poems by Horace

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