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.

Metre: Sapphic.

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