luni, 3 decembrie 2012

Horace - Horaţiu

Citire din DEX: EPICURI DE GREGE PORCUS (lat.) un porc din turma lui Epicur – Horațiu, „Epistulae”, I, IV, 16. Poetul se autodefinește, în glumă, ca adept al doctrinei epicureice. 

1-16 Imagine every hour is your last

Tibullus, sincere judge of my Satires, what shall I
Say you’re doing in your native country at Pedum?
Writing something to outdo Cassius of Parma’s pieces,
Or creeping about silently in healthy woodland,
Thinking of all that belongs to the wise and good?
You were never just a body, lacking in feelings:
The gods gave you beauty, wealth, the art of enjoyment.
What more would a nurse desire for her sweet darling
Than wisdom, the power to express what he feels,
With a generous share of kindness, health and fame,
An elegant mode of life, and no lack of money?
Beset by hopes and anxieties, indignation and fear,
Treat every day that dawns for you as the last.
The unhoped-for hour’s ever welcome when it comes.
When you want to smile then visit me: sleek, and fat
I’m a hog, well cared-for, one of Epicurus’ herd.

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