Ode 1.14

Stormy seas

by Horace

What is this poem about? The image of the ship is surely not to be taken literally, so what does it stand for: the ship of state, as in so many poems, ancient and modern? But the generally accepted date of appearance of the first three books of Horace’s Odes is 24 or 23 BCE, by which time civil wars were over and the Emperor Augustus had Rome and its possessions firmly under his control, so implying that they were at risk might seem rather tactless. There have been various suggestions, including that the ship is either Horace’s poetic talent, or a love affair going through a stormy phase. The answer is that we don’t know, but the most likely solution is surely that this is a “ship-of-State” poem written in earlier and more dangerous times, before the turning point of Octavian/Augustus’s victory at the Battle of Actium in 30 BCE, and the deaths of Mark Antony and Cleopatra which followed. Perhaps Horace made this clear in the way he presented his new Odes to his public, or perhaps members of his audience were more likely than we might imagine to recognise that this was a historical reference and not a contemporary one. Whatever the truth may be, the poem is certainly a rousing performance: the language is rousing and vivid, often spilling over the line-breaks, and this and Horace’s artful use of metre carry the sense along in imitation of the rolling of the storm, with three long syllables at the start of each line evoking the swell of a pounding sea.
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Metre: third Asclepiad.

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O navis, referent in mare te novi
fluctus. o quid agis? fortiter occupa
portum. nonne vides, ut
nudum remigio latus

et malus celeri saucius Africo
antemnaeque gemant ac sine funibus
vix durare carinae
possint imperiosius

aequor? non tibi sunt integra lintea,
non di, quos iterum pressa voces malo.
quamvis Pontica pinus,
silvae filia nobilis,

iactes et genus et nomen inutile:
nil pictis timidus navita puppibus
fidit. tu, nisi ventis
debes ludibrium, cave.

nuper sollicitum quae mihi taedium,
nunc desiderium curaque non levis,
interfusa nitentis
vites aequora Cycladas.

O Ship, fresh waves are bearing you back out to sea. O, what are you doing? Make hard for port! Don’t you see that your side is bare of oars,

and your mast is cracking under the racing gale, and that unless the hulls are shored up, ships can barely withstand the swelling power

of the sea? Your sails are no longer in one piece, and the gods, call on them over and over as you may, oppressed by your misfortune, are not with you! Though you are Pontic pine, the daughter of a noble woodland,

it would do no good to boast of your origins and your name: frightened sailors put no faith in painted ships. Take good care that you do not become the plaything of the gales!

You, who before were for so long my constant worry, and now my heart’s desire and heavy care, avoid the seas that flow between the shining Cyclades!

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More Poems by Horace

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