Odes 1.16

Lovely mother, lovelier daughter

by Horace

Iambics are a poetic metre which, by long Greek and Roman tradition going back at least to the poet Archilochus in the seventh century BCE, was used for personal attacks and lampoons. Horace used them in earlier work, but now he makes it clear that he has moved on. This poem, which is written in much more sophisticated metre, Alcaics, itself belongs to a poetic genre which stems from early Greek lyric: the palinode, or recantation. The beauty to whom the poem is addressed, and her beautiful mother, seem likely to have been a real mother and daughter whom Horace wanted to compliment – why invent such a detail – but their identity is obscure.

The mood of the poem is calm and conciliatory, renouncing the anger and hostility with which iambic poetry was associated, although it consists of a dense web of references to violence and excess from nature, religion and myth. This juxtaposition is probably designed to mirror a central idea from Epicurean philosophy: that the greatest happiness comes from peace of mind generated by a moderate approach to life and the avoidance of fear and pain.

Cybele was a goddess originally from Asia Minor, who is said to have been introduced to Rome as a result of an oracle during the second war against Carthage at the end of the third century BCE. Her worship involved ecstatic ritual, eunuch priests and armed dancers (the Corybants). Noricum, which included much of modern Austria and Slovenia, was famous for fine steel. The lion is a reference to a myth in which Prometheus (“forethought”) and his brother Epimetheus (“afterthought”) were creating the animals. Epimetheus used up all the characteristics available before they got round to humans. Prometheus filled the gap by taking parts of the human make-up from all the other animals, giving humankind a composite character owing something to each of them. Thyestes was the uncle of Agamemnon and Menelaus, mythical Greek hero-kings of the Trojan war. In the darkest and most famous event in Thyestes’s long feud with his brother, Atreus, Atreus murdered Thyestes’s sons and served them to him at a feast. Marking the line of a new city’s walls with the plough was part of foundation ritual, so that driving a plough over a conquered city’s walls is symbolic of its utter annihilation. The image would certainly have called to mind the total destruction of Carthage and the massacre or enslavement of its people by a Roman army at the end of the third Punic war in 146 BCE.

All of these references would have been instantly clear to an educated audience of Horace’s time, and I suspect that not many tears would have been shed for the Carthaginians.

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O matre pulchra filia pulchrior,
quem criminosis cumque voles modum
pones iambis, sive flamma
sive mari libet Hadriano.

non Dindymene, non adytis quatit
mentem sacerdotum incola Pythius,
non Liber aeque, non acuta
sic geminant Corybantes aera,

tristes ut irae, quas neque Noricus
deterret ensis nec mare naufragum
nec saevus ignis nec tremendo
Iuppiter ipse ruens tumultu.

fertur Prometheus addere principi
limo coactus particulam undique
desectam et insani leonis
vim stomacho adposuisse nostro.

irae Thyesten exitio gravi
stravere et altis urbibus ultimae
stetere causae, cur perirent
funditus imprimeretque muris

hostile aratrum exercitus insolens.
conpesce mentem: me quoque pectoris
temptavit in dulci iuventa
fervor et in celeres iambos

misit furentem. nunc ego mitibus
mutare quaero tristia, dum mihi
fias recantatis amica
opprobriis animumque reddas.

A lovely mother’s lovelier daughter,
you can put an end to my libelous iambics
however you want: burn them if you like,
or throw them in the Adriatic.

Not Cybele, nor the Delphic presence
in Apollo’s inmost shrine, nor Bacchus either,
nor the Corybantes clashing their brass cymbals,
can strike such a blow to their priests’ sanity

as dark fits of anger, which neither swords
forged from Norican steel, nor the sea and its shipwrecks,
nor raging fire, nor Jupiter himself, thundering down
with a fearful crash, will deter.

They say that Prometheus was forced to snip
a piece from all the other species and add it
to our primaeval human clay, and put
the violence of a lion into our human temper.

With grim destruction, anger
smashed down Thyestes, and was
at the root of high cities
perishing down to their foundations,

and an arrogant army running the enemy’s plough
over their walls. Calm your fears: In my happy youth, I too
was tried by the burning passion of my heart,
and it set me, raging and reckless, to composing iambics.

But my aim now is to change grimness to gentleness,
provided, since I have recanted
those offensive poems, that you
will be my friend and give me back my heart.

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More Poems by Horace

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