Odes 1.19

Glycera

by Horace

At first sight, this is a conventional little piece. A man suddenly finding himself gripped by passions that he thought were dead is a stock theme of both Roman and Greek poetry. The references to Scythians and Parthian warriors imply that the speaker wants to be writing about epic themes and the distractions are preventing him. There is something unusual here, however. If this were a love-poet like Propertius or Tibullus, the point would probably be the woman’s unavailability, a problem that the speaker would be keen to solve. Here, the indications are that she may well be available, but, unusually, the speaker wants to slow things down – though he does not seem to be saying “no”.

The closeness of the association between Venus’s divine actions and Glycera as the human woman in whom they are personified is very striking, especially towards the end of the poem: grammatically, the blood sacrifice in the last line could be read as placating either or both of them, though it is hard for a modern reader to judge whether such ambiguity might be intentional on Horace’s part.

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Mater saeva Cupidinum
Thebanaeque iubet me Semelae puer
et lasciva Licentia
finitis animum reddere amoribus.
urit me Glycerae nitor
splendentis Pario marmore purius,
urit grata protervitas
et voltus nimium lubricus aspici.
in me tota ruens Venus
Cyprum deseruit nec patitur Scythas
aut versis animosum equis
Parthum dicere nec quae nihil attinent.
hic vivum mihi caespitem, hic
verbenas, pueri, ponite turaque
bimi cum patera meri:
mactata veniet lenior hostia.

Venus, fierce mother of the cupids, and Bacchus, child of Theban Semele, and wanton Licentiousness command me to surrender myself to loves that I thought were finished. Radiant Glycera’s glow, purer than Parian marble, sets me on fire; so does her engaging forwardness, and her face, too unsettling for my eyes to rest on. Venus has left Cyprus for an all-out assault on me, and does not allow me to compose poetry on the Scythians, or the Parthians wheeling their horses around, nor anything else that is not about her. Slaves, lay me here a living turf, and bring here greenery for the sacrifice and incense, with a libation-cup of two-year wine: she will come on more gently when I have killed her a victim.

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More Poems by Horace

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