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to his public, or perhaps members of his audience were more likely than we might imagine to recognise that this was a historical reference and not a contemporary one.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