Ode 2.1 To Pollio, on his history of the civil wars
Of all the civil unrest since Metellus,
the phases, causes and the crimes of war,
of Fortune's games, of great men's grave
friendships, of weapons smeared with gore
not yet atoned for – you are writing now
a work whose every turn of phrasing rolls
dangerous dice. Let not the ash
deceive: you tread on blazing coals.
Let your stern tragic muse not leave the stage
for long. Once you've set the affairs of state
in order, you will heed the theater's
calling again. Pollio, the great
bastion of law to grieved defendants, famous
for counseling the Senate council, crowned
with deathless military honor
by victory on Illyrian ground.
Even now I hear the war-horns' baleful roar
in your raucous music, and the bugles' blare.
I see the flash of swords, the fearful
horse and the horseman's face of fear.
I see the great commanders soiled with dust
of war not unbecoming, and the whole
world fall at Rome's feet, notwithstanding
defiant Cato's dogged soul.
The gods allied with Africa who, helpless
to help, left unavenged that country's shores,
now sacrifice to dead Jugurtha
the grandsons of his conquerors.
What field grown fertile with the blood of Latins,
does not attest with graves the unholiest
of wars, and how the Persians' ears
ring with the ruin of the West?
What churning main, what river does not know
those rueful wars' taste? What sea has the slaughter
of Rome's own sons not dyed? What beach
has our blood's gush not washed like water?
Stop, sassy muse. Back to amusing musics,
from death-songs thrumming with Simonides,
let's flee to one of Venus' grottos
to strum a lighter tune than these.
Notes:
Stanza 1:
Roman dates were customarily kept according to the names of the two consuls who took office in that year (though, in this case, only one is given.) Metellus Celer was consul in 60 BC, the year the general and politician Pompey along with Marcus Licinius Crassus and a rising politician by the name of Julius Caesar, struck up the informal political alliance normally referred to as the First Triumvirate. It ushered in a period of political deterioration that led to the end of the Roman Republic as a viable political entity. Horace here refers to the problems of rivalry and civil war between the participants in this alliance and those of the Second Triumvirate, which two decades later brought together Octavian (later to be the emperor named Augustus), Mark Antony and Marcus Aemilius Lepidus.
Stanza 3:
Gaius Asinius Pollio (76 BC - 4 AD) served under Julius Caesar and then under Antony. In 40 BC he brought the embittered and estranged erstwhile partners of the Second Triumvirate, Antony and Octavian, together in the Treaty of Brundisium. In 39 BC he was honored with triumphal laurels for his victory over the Parthini in Illyria. The momentous work to which Horace refers here is Pollio's history of the political turmoil from 60 to 42 BC, which at the time was very fresh in people's minds and therefore, Horace would have us believe, dangerous to write about.
Stanza 6:
Marcus Porcius Cato Uticensis (95– 46 BC), ruler of the North African city of Utica and great grandson of Cato the Censor, was a dogged defender of the republic who, after defeat at the battle of Thapsus, committed suicide rather than legitimate the Empire's dictatorship by accepting a pardon from Julius Caesar.
Stanza 7:
Allusion to the sack of the African city of Carthage in 146 BC. Jugurtha, king of Numidia, was defeated and executed in Rome in 104 BC.
Stanza 10:
Simonides of Ceos, major Greek lyric poet of the 6th and 5th centuries BC, famed for his evocative elegies on fallen warriors.
Trans. A.Z. Foreman
Mōtum ex Metellō cōnsule cīvicum
bellīque causās et vitia et modōs
lūdumque Fōrtūnae gravisque
principum amīcitiās et arma
nōndum expiātīs uncta cruōribus,
perīculōsae plēnum opus āleae,
tractās et incēdis per ignīs
suppositōs cinerī dolōsō.
Paulum sevērae Mūsa tragoediae
dēsit theātrīs; mox, ubi pūblicās
rēs ōrdināris, grande mūnus
Cēcropiō repetēs cothurnō,
īnsigne maestīs praesidium reīs
et cōnsulentī, Polliō, cūriae,
cui laurus aeternōs honōrēs
Delmaticō peperit triumphō.
Iam nunc minācī murmure cornuum
perstringis aurīs, iam lituī strepunt,
iam fulgor armōrum fugācis
terret equōs equitumque vultūs.
Vidēre magnōs iam videor ducēs
nōn indecōrō pulvere sordidōs
et cūncta terrārum subacta
praeter atrōcem animum Catōnis.
Iūnō et deōrum quisquis amīcior
Āfrīs inultā cesserat impotēns
tellūre, victōrum nepōtēs
rettulit īnferiās Iugurthae.
Quis nōn Latīnō sanguine pinguior
campus sepulchrīs impia proelia
testātur audītumque Mēdīs
Hesperiae sonitum ruīnae?
Quī gurges aut quae flūmina lūgubris
ignāra bellī? Quod mare Dauniae
nōn dēcolōrāvēre caedēs?
Quae caret ōra cruōre nostrō?
Sed nē relīctīs, Mūsa procāx, iocīs
Cēae retractēs mūnera nēniae,
mēcum Diōnaeō sub antrō
quaere modōs leviōre plectrō.

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