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