Odes 4.11

Last love

by Horace

In the fourth and last Book of his Odes, produced, we are told, at Augustus’s bidding a decade after the first three, a now middle-aged Horace is wooing a woman who, he says, will be his last love. Her name, and the name of the young man she would like as a lover, are Greek – Phyllis and Telephus – so  the likelihood is that the inspiration for this Ode is literary rather than personal, or that, if Horace does have real people in mind, he has disguised them under Greek aliases. A Phyllis appears several times in the Eclogues of Virgil, to whom the next Ode in Book 4 is dedicated, so Horace may have chosen the name as a compliment to him. A Telephus appears as a lover once or twice in other Odes, never with anything to mark him out as a real person. In myth his name belonged to someone who was wounded by Achilles’s spear, then cured by rust from it, so the implication is that his affections may be changeable.

As often with Horace, a great deal of the artistry and charm of this beautiful poem lies in its intricate word-order and in the play of the metre, which are impossible to mimic convincingly in English. This helps to explain why Horace, though probably the greatest poet on PantheonPoets.com after Homer, is one of the hardest to appreciate in translation alone.

The metre, Sapphics, is distinctly musical, in keeping with the musical references at the end of the poem. References to myth include Phaethon, who unwisely borrowed his father Apollo’s chariot, and was first burnt when he drove too close to the sun, then blasted by Jupiter’s thunderbolt: you can find Ovid’s version of the story  here. Pegasus, the winged horse, was tamed by Bellerophon, but threw him when he presumed to try to fly up to the realm of the Gods on Olympus.

This is the only piece in the final book of the Odes in which Horace mentions his friend and patron Maecenas, who by this time was not in such high favour as previously with the Emperor Augustus.

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Est mihi nonum superantis annum
plenus Albani cadus, est in horto,
Phylli, nectendis apium coronis;
est hederae vis

multa, qua crinis religata fulges,
ridet argento domus, ara castis
vincta verbenis avet immolato
spargier agno;

cuncta festinat manus, huc et illuc
cursitant mixtae pueris puellae,
sordidum flammae trepidant rotantes
vertice fumum.

ut tamen noris, quibus advoceris
gaudiis: Idus tibi sunt agendae,
qui dies mensem Veneris marinae
findit Aprilem,

iure sollemnis mihi sanctiorque
paene natali proprio, quod ex hac
luce Maecenas meus adfluentis
ordinat annos.

Telephum, quem tu petis, occupavit
non tuae sortis iuvenem puella
dives et lasciva tenetque grata
compede vinctum.

terret ambustus Phaethon avaras
spes et exemplum grave praebet ales
Pegasus terrenum equitem gravatus
Bellerophontem,

semper ut te digna sequare et ultra
quam licet sperare nefas putando
disparem vites. age iam, meorum
finis amorum,

(non enim posthac alia calebo
femina) condisce modos, amanda
voce quos reddas: minuentur atrae
carmine curae.

I have a cask full of Alban wine, Phyllis,
more than nine years old,
I have celery in the garden to make garlands with,
I have no end of ivy

for you to tie your hair with and shine, the house
smiles with silver, the altar,
decked with wreaths of sacred leaf, stands waiting
to be sprinkled with blood from the offered lamb,

the whole household is hurrying, the servants,
girls and boys together, are scurrying to and fro,
the flames are quivering, swirling and eddying,
with sooty smoke at their tips.

So that you know what joys you are
being invited to share, you will be
celebrating the Ides, the day
that halves sea-born Venus’s month of April,

duty-bound to be a solemn one for me,
and more sacred almost than my own birthday,
as it is the day from which my Maecenas
reckons his succeeding days.

You have designs on Telephus, a boy
who is not destined for you: a rich and playful lady
has taken possession of him, and he enjoys
the chain she keeps him bound with.

That Phaethon was burnt,  should be a deterrent
to greedy hopes, and Pegasus the winged horse,
weighed down by his earthbound rider, Bellerophon,
offers a painful example

that you should always seek what is proper,
think carefully and avoid going astray
by wrongful aspirations to someone
who is beyond your station.

Come, my last amour –  from now on
I shall warm to no other woman – let’s learn tunes together for you to sing  me in that lovely voice,
and sad cares will be relieved by song.

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More Poems by Horace

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