De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- But besides,
- Seeing they feign that not all bodies press
- To centre inward, rather only those
- Of earth and water (liquid of the sea,
- And the big billows from the mountain slopes,
- And whatsoever are encased, as 'twere,
- In earthen body), contrariwise, they teach
- How the thin air, and with it the hot fire,
- Is borne asunder from the centre, and how,
- For this all ether quivers with bright stars,
- And the sun's flame along the blue is fed
- (Because the heat, from out the centre flying,
- All gathers there), and how, again, the boughs
- Upon the tree-tops could not sprout their leaves,
- Unless, little by little, from out the earth
- For each were nutriment...
- . . . . . .
- Lest, after the manner of the winged flames,
- The ramparts of the world should flee away,
- Dissolved amain throughout the mighty void,
- And lest all else should likewise follow after,
- Aye, lest the thundering vaults of heaven should burst
- And splinter upward, and the earth forthwith
- Withdraw from under our feet, and all its bulk,
- Among its mingled wrecks and those of heaven,
- With slipping asunder of the primal seeds,
- Should pass, along the immeasurable inane,
- Away forever, and, that instant, naught
- Of wrack and remnant would be left, beside
- The desolate space, and germs invisible.
- For on whatever side thou deemest first
- The primal bodies lacking, lo, that side
- Will be for things the very door of death:
- Wherethrough the throng of matter all will dash,
- Out and abroad.
- These points, if thou wilt ponder,
- Then, with but paltry trouble led along...
- . . . . . .
- For one thing after other will grow clear,
- Nor shall the blind night rob thee of the road,
- To hinder thy gaze on nature's Farthest-forth.
- Thus things for things shall kindle torches new.
- 'Tis sweet, when, down the mighty main, the winds
- Roll up its waste of waters, from the land
- To watch another's labouring anguish far,
- Not that we joyously delight that man
- Should thus be smitten, but because 'tis sweet
- To mark what evils we ourselves be spared;
- 'Tis sweet, again, to view the mighty strife
- Of armies embattled yonder o'er the plains,
- Ourselves no sharers in the peril; but naught
- There is more goodly than to hold the high
- Serene plateaus, well fortressed by the wise,
- Whence thou may'st look below on other men
- And see them ev'rywhere wand'ring, all dispersed
- In their lone seeking for the road of life;
- Rivals in genius, or emulous in rank,
- Pressing through days and nights with hugest toil
- For summits of power and mastery of the world.
- O wretched minds of men! O blinded hearts!
- In how great perils, in what darks of life
- Are spent the human years, however brief!-
- O not to see that nature for herself
- Barks after nothing, save that pain keep off,
- Disjoined from the body, and that mind enjoy
- Delightsome feeling, far from care and fear!
- Therefore we see that our corporeal life
- Needs little, altogether, and only such
- As takes the pain away, and can besides
- Strew underneath some number of delights.
- More grateful 'tis at times (for nature craves
- No artifice nor luxury), if forsooth
- There be no golden images of boys
- Along the halls, with right hands holding out
- The lamps ablaze, the lights for evening feasts,
- And if the house doth glitter not with gold
- Nor gleam with silver, and to the lyre resound
- No fretted and gilded ceilings overhead,
- Yet still to lounge with friends in the soft grass
- Beside a river of water, underneath
- A big tree's boughs, and merrily to refresh
- Our frames, with no vast outlay- most of all
- If the weather is laughing and the times of the year
- Besprinkle the green of the grass around with flowers.
- Nor yet the quicker will hot fevers go,
- If on a pictured tapestry thou toss,
- Or purple robe, than if 'tis thine to lie
- Upon the poor man's bedding. Wherefore, since
- Treasure, nor rank, nor glory of a reign
- Avail us naught for this our body, thus
- Reckon them likewise nothing for the mind:
- Save then perchance, when thou beholdest forth
- Thy legions swarming round the Field of Mars,
- Rousing a mimic warfare- either side
- Strengthened with large auxiliaries and horse,
- Alike equipped with arms, alike inspired;
- Or save when also thou beholdest forth
- Thy fleets to swarm, deploying down the sea:
- For then, by such bright circumstance abashed,
- Religion pales and flees thy mind; O then
- The fears of death leave heart so free of care.
- But if we note how all this pomp at last
- Is but a drollery and a mocking sport,
- And of a truth man's dread, with cares at heels,
- Dreads not these sounds of arms, these savage swords
- But among kings and lords of all the world
- Mingles undaunted, nor is overawed
- By gleam of gold nor by the splendour bright
- Of purple robe, canst thou then doubt that this
- Is aught, but power of thinking?- when, besides
- The whole of life but labours in the dark.
- For just as children tremble and fear all
- In the viewless dark, so even we at times
- Dread in the light so many things that be
- No whit more fearsome than what children feign,
- Shuddering, will be upon them in the dark.
- This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
- Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
- Nor glittering arrows of morning can disperse,
- But only nature's aspect and her law.