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