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Zusatztext “Horace has always been one of my favourite poets! and I have often toyed with the idea of translating him. After reading Michie’s translation! however! I see that I must dismiss the idea. I do not expect to read a better one.” — W. H. Auden Informationen zum Autor Horace; Translated by James Michie; Introduction by Gregson Davis Klappentext Timeless meditations on the subjects of wine! parties! birthdays! love! and friendship! Horace's Odes! in the words of classicist Donald Carne-Ross! make the "commonplace notable! even luminous.” This edition reproduces the highly lauded translation by James Michie. "For almost forty years!” poet and literary critic John Hollander notes! "James Michie's brilliant translations of Horace have remained fresh as well as strong! and responsive to the varying lights and darks of the originals. It is a pleasure to have them newly available.” Odes Book One Carminum Liber Primus I Maecenas atavis edite regibus, o et praesidium et dulce decus meum, sunt quos curriculo pulverem Olympicum collegisse iuvat, metaque fervidis evitata rotis palmaque nobilis terrarum dominos evehit ad deos; hunc, si mobilium turba Quiritium certat tergeminis tollere honoribus; illum, si proprio condidit horreo quidquid de Libycis verritur areis. gaudentem patrios findere sarculo agros Attalicis condicionibus numquam dimoveas ut trabe Cypria Myrtoum pavidus nauta secet mare. luctantem Icariis fluctibus Africum mercator metuens otium et oppidi laudat rura sui; mox reficit ratis quassas, indocilis pauperiem pati. est qui nec veteris pocula Massici nec partem solido demere de die spernit, nunc viridi membra sub arbuto stratus, nunc ad aquae lene caput sacrae. multos castra iuvant et lituo tubae permixtus sonitus bellaque matribus detestata. manet sub Iove frigido venator tenerae coniugis immemor, seu visa est catulis cerva fidelibus, seu rupit teretes Marsus aper plagas. me doctarum hederae praemia frontium dis miscent superis, me gelidum nemus nympharumque leves cum Satyris chori secernunt populo, si neque tibias Euterpe cohibet nec Polyhymnia Lesboum refugit tendere barbiton. quodsi me lyricis vatibus inseres, sublimi feriam sidera vertice. Maecenas, son of royal stock, My friend, my honour, my firm rock, The enthusiastic charioteer Stirs up the Olympic dust, then, clear- ing turning-post with red-hot wheels, Snatches the victor’s palm and feels Lord of the earth, god among men; The politician glories when The fickle voters designate Him three times public magistrate; A third if in his barns he stores All Libya’s wheat-stacked threshing floors. The peasant happy with a rake Scratching his family fields won’t take Even an Attaline reward To face the terrors of shipboard, An awkward landsman trying to plough Salt furrows with a Cyprian prow. The trader, when the southerly gales Tussle with waves round Samos, quails And grumbles for a life of ease, For his home town and fields and trees, But, ill-disposed to learn to be A poor man, soon refits for sea His tossed ships. One man won’t decline Goblets of vintage Massic wine, Or stolen time, a solid chunk Of afternoon, sprawled by the trunk Of a green arbutus, or spread- eagled by some quiet fountain-head. Another likes the life at arms, The camp’s cacophonous alarms— Bugle and clarion—and the wars Mothers abominate. Outdoors, Underneath the freezing skies, Contentedly the hunter lies, Oblivious of his sweet young bride II Iam satis terris nivis atque dirae grandinis misit Pater et rubente dextera sacras iaculatus arces terruit urbem, terruit gentis, grave ne rediret saeculum Pyrrhae nova monstra questae, omne cum Proteus pecus egit altos visere montis, piscium et summa genus haesit ulmo nota quae sedes fuerat columbis, et superiecto pavidae natarunt aequore dammae. vidimus flavum Tiberim retortis litore Etrusco violenter undis ire ...
