Odes, 1.1

Horace’s first Ode

by Horace

In this, the first poem in his first book of Odes, Horace does two things for the first, but by no means the last, time. First, he compliments his great friend and patron Maecenas, who was one of the Emperor Augustus’s right-hand men. At the other end of the poem, after listing diverse things that matter most to different people, he says what matters most to him: being recognised as the peer in Latin of the great Greek lyric poets of the past. It is his masterly adaptation of those Greek poets’ themes, and of the intricate metres in which they wrote, that marks Horace out as a great innovator, and one of the very greatest Latin writers.

This first Ode is a good illustration of how very different English and Latin are as languages to write poetry in. The translation cannot get near to the economy of the original: in Latin, one of Horace’s lines uses just under five words on average; the translation needs nine. We cannot replicate in English the concision of Horace’s Latin, the much greater flexibility of its word-order, the intricacy and elegance of its wordplay or the musicality and rhythmical quality of its metre. This is why it is worth listening to the original – which would have been composed with performance in mind – and not just relying on a translation, whether literal or literary, to explain what it is “about”.

North Africa provided a large share of Rome’s corn supply, hence the “African” threshing-floors; and Attalus was a King of Pergamon in the second century BCE who was famous for extreme luxury (and who left his kingdom to Rome in his will). Lesbos is mentioned because at least two of the most important Greek lyric poets that Horace took as his models – Alcaeus and Sappho – came from the island. Euterpe and Polyhymnia are Muses.

Metre: Asclepiad.

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Maecenas atavis edite regibus,
o et praesidium et dulce decus meum:
sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum
collegisse iuvat metaque fervidis
evitata rotis palmaque nobilis.
terrarum dominos evehit ad deos
hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium
certat tergeminis tollere honoribus,
illum, si proprio condidit horreo
quidquid de Libycis verritur areis.
gaudentem patrios findere sarculo
agros Attalicis condicionibus
numquam demoveas, ut trabe Cypria
Myrtoum pavidus nauta secet mare.
luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum
mercator metuens otium et oppidi
laudat rura sui; mox reficit rates
quassas indocilis pauperiem pati.
est qui nec veteris pocula Massici
nec partem solido demere de die
spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto
stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae.
multos castra iuvant et lituo tubae
permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus
detestata. manet sub Iove frigido
venator tenerae coniugis inmemor,
seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus
seu rupit teretes Marsus aper plagas.
me doctarum hederae praemia frontium
dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus
Nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori
secernunt populo, si neque tibias
Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia
Lesboum refugit tendere barbiton.
quodsi me lyricis vatibus inseres,
sublimi feriam sidera vertice.

Maecenas, sprung from regal ancestry, my bulwark and my pride, some delight in being covered in Olympic dust in a chariot, in avoiding the turning-post with their fiery wheels and in the victor’s noble palm. It lifts one man to the level of the Gods if the throng of fickle voters vie to exalt him through the triple course of public honours, another if he has stored in his own granary crops gathered from the threshing-floors of Africa. Even with offers generous as those of King Attalus, you will never divert a man who loves to till the fields of his fathers with the hoe into cleaving the Aegean, a frightened sailor in a ship of Cypriot timber. The merchant, when scared by the southerly battling the waters where Icarus fell, praises leisure and the fields of his home town, but soon he finds that he can’t do without money and refits his battered ships. Some don’t say no to cups of vintage Massic wine and taking time out of the working day, stretching themselves  under the green arbutus, or by the gentle source of a sacred stream. Many get their pleasure from soldiering, the bugle mingling with the sound of the trumpet, and the wars that mothers loathe. The hunter forgets his sweet wife and stays out under the cold sky if a deer has been sighted by his faithful hounds, or a boar of the hill country has torn through his ring of nets. Me? The ivy garland, prize of learned poets’ brows, unites me with the Gods above; the cool grove and the nimble dances of nymphs with Satyrs set me apart from the crowd, if Euterpe does not stint the music of the pipes and  Polyhymnia is prepared to tune the Lesbian lyre. Count me among the bards of lyric poetry, and I will bang my head upon the stars!

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More Poems by Horace

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

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