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