Odes 1.11

Gathering rosebuds: carpe diem

by Horace

This is where Horace first coins or recalls the phrase “carpe diem” for the idea, already expressed in odes 1.4 and 1.8,  that time and life pass quickly, so it’s best to make the most of them. It’s usually translated as “seize the day”, but it’s a lot more than that: “carpe” could also mean “harvest” the day, or “tease it out” like wool, or “press on” with it like a journey, or “pluck” it like a flower, and contemporaries would have had that richness of meaning in their minds.

The metre (fifth Asclepiad) is unusual: the general effect is that the poem keeps getting checked and then moving on regardless, which seems apt.

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Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. Ut melius quicquid erit pati!
Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum, sapias, vina liques et spatio brevi
spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit invida
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Don’t ask – it’s wrong to know – what end the Gods have given you or me, Leuconoe, and don’t resort to exotic numerology. How much better bear it, whatever it will be! Whether Jove has granted many winters, or this is our last, as even now the Tyrrhenian sea is wearing away at the rocks it faces; be wise, pour the wine, prune back long hope to brief duration. As we speak, the jealous time is gone: carpe diem, rely the least you can on the day to come.

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More Poems by Horace

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