Odes 1.37

Horace’s Cleopatra ode

by Horace

One of Horace’s most famous poems, this celebrates the final victory of Octavian, the future Emperor Augustus, at the battle of Actium in 31 BCE. Neither Antony nor Cleopatra, who lost, is mentioned by name, but Cleopatra comes in for lively abuse and Antony and his supporters get a hefty sideswipe. The wording of the initial call for celebration seems contorted, but the poem was no doubt a sincere reaction to the end of a dire threat to Rome. There is a neat double meaning in the third stanza: not only was Cleopatra powerless (impotens)to achieve her aims, she was also out of her mind (impotens)to try. The mood changes abruptly at the end as bile against Cleopatra gives way to grudging respect for her courage.

The opening is a direct echo of a celebration poem written five hundred years earlier by Alcaeus, one of Horace’s Greek idols, and the poem uses the same metre. The Salians were priests of Mars and were known for a jumping dance, so they fit well both with the warlike subject and the dancing rhythm of the poem. Caecuban and Mareotic are wines: Mareotic was from Egypt, so the vines saw a lot of sun and the wine would have been especially alcoholic. the Liburni were a detachment of Octavian’s naval forces with a reputation for speed and deadliness.

Metre: Alcaic

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Nunc est bibendum, nuc pede libero
pulsanda tellus, nunc Saliaribus
ornare pulvinar deorum
tempus erat dapibus, sodales.

antehac nefas depromere Caecubum
cellis avitis, dum Capitolio
regina dementes ruinas
funus et imperio parabat

contaminato cum grege turpium
morbo virorum, quidlibet impotens
sperare fortunaque dulci
ebria. Sed minuit furorem

vix una sospes navis ab ignibus
mentemque lymphatam Mareotico
redegit in veros timores
Caesar, ab Italia volantem

remis adurgens, accipiter velut
molles columbas aut leporem citus
venator in campis nivalis
Haemoniae, daret ut catenis

fatale monstrum. Quae generosius
perire quaerens nec muliebriter
expavit ensem nec latentes
classe cita reparavit oras.

ausa et iacentem visere regiam
voltu sereno, fortis et asperas
tractare serpentis, ut atrum
corpore combiberet venenum,

deliberata morte ferocior;
saevis Liburnis scilicet invidens
privata deduci superbo
non humilis mulier triumpho.

Now is the time to drink, without restraint
to beat the ground with dancing feet, now the time
to dress the couches of the Gods
with Salian banquets, my friends!

to bring out Caecuban from our grandfathers’ bins
till now would have been a crime, while
a queen was plotting insane disaster
for the Capitol and destruction for the City’s power

with her tainted crowd of followers hideous
with disease, ready to hope, vainly, for anything
and drunk with good fortune.
But she was less inclined

to rage when barely a single ship escaped the fires
and Caesar brought back her mind, drunk
with Mareotic wine, to a fearful reality
as she fled from Italy,

pressing her close with his oars, as the hawk does
helpless doves or the swift hunter the hare
in the fields of snowbound
Thessaly, to put the deadly monster

in chains. But she, seeking a nobler death,
did not flinch at the sword
like a woman, and sought no hidden shores
with her swift fleet to regroup.

She dared endure the sight of her realm in ruins,
her face serenely calm, and had the strength
to handle stinging serpents to absorb
their black venom into her body,

fiercer as she resolved to die; no wonder
she begrudged the fierce Liburnian sailors,
and was no woman to be deposed and humbly led
in splendid triumph.

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More Poems by Horace

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

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