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