De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- But yet creation's neither crammed nor blocked
- About by body: there's in things a void-
- Which to have known will serve thee many a turn,
- Nor will not leave thee wandering in doubt,
- Forever searching in the sum of all,
- And losing faith in these pronouncements mine.
- There's place intangible, a void and room.
- For were it not, things could in nowise move;
- Since body's property to block and check
- Would work on all and at an times the same.
- Thus naught could evermore push forth and go,
- Since naught elsewhere would yield a starting place.
- But now through oceans, lands, and heights of heaven,
- By divers causes and in divers modes,
- Before our eyes we mark how much may move,
- Which, finding not a void, would fail deprived
- Of stir and motion; nay, would then have been
- Nowise begot at all, since matter, then,
- Had staid at rest, its parts together crammed.
- Then too, however solid objects seem,
- They yet are formed of matter mixed with void:
- In rocks and caves the watery moisture seeps,
- And beady drops stand out like plenteous tears;
- And food finds way through every frame that lives;
- The trees increase and yield the season's fruit
- Because their food throughout the whole is poured,
- Even from the deepest roots, through trunks and boughs;
- And voices pass the solid walls and fly
- Reverberant through shut doorways of a house;
- And stiffening frost seeps inward to our bones.
- Which but for voids for bodies to go through
- 'Tis clear could happen in nowise at all.
- Again, why see we among objects some
- Of heavier weight, but of no bulkier size?
- Indeed, if in a ball of wool there be
- As much of body as in lump of lead,
- The two should weigh alike, since body tends
- To load things downward, while the void abides,
- By contrary nature, the imponderable.
- Therefore, an object just as large but lighter
- Declares infallibly its more of void;
- Even as the heavier more of matter shows,
- And how much less of vacant room inside.
- That which we're seeking with sagacious quest
- Exists, infallibly, commixed with things-
- The void, the invisible inane.
- Right here
- I am compelled a question to expound,
- Forestalling something certain folk suppose,
- Lest it avail to lead thee off from truth:
- Waters (they say) before the shining breed
- Of the swift scaly creatures somehow give,
- And straightway open sudden liquid paths,
- Because the fishes leave behind them room
- To which at once the yielding billows stream.
- Thus things among themselves can yet be moved,
- And change their place, however full the Sum-
- Received opinion, wholly false forsooth.
- For where can scaly creatures forward dart,
- Save where the waters give them room? Again,
- Where can the billows yield a way, so long
- As ever the fish are powerless to go?
- Thus either all bodies of motion are deprived,
- Or things contain admixture of a void
- Where each thing gets its start in moving on.
- Lastly, where after impact two broad bodies
- Suddenly spring apart, the air must crowd
- The whole new void between those bodies formed;
- But air, however it stream with hastening gusts,
- Can yet not fill the gap at once- for first
- It makes for one place, ere diffused through all.
- And then, if haply any think this comes,
- When bodies spring apart, because the air
- Somehow condenses, wander they from truth:
- For then a void is formed, where none before;
- And, too, a void is filled which was before.
- Nor can air be condensed in such a wise;
- Nor, granting it could, without a void, I hold,
- It still could not contract upon itself
- And draw its parts together into one.
- Wherefore, despite demur and counter-speech,
- Confess thou must there is a void in things.
- And still I might by many an argument
- Here scrape together credence for my words.
- But for the keen eye these mere footprints serve,
- Whereby thou mayest know the rest thyself.
- As dogs full oft with noses on the ground,
- Find out the silent lairs, though hid in brush,
- Of beasts, the mountain-rangers, when but once
- They scent the certain footsteps of the way,
- Thus thou thyself in themes like these alone
- Can hunt from thought to thought, and keenly wind
- Along even onward to the secret places
- And drag out truth. But, if thou loiter loth
- Or veer, however little, from the point,
- This I can promise, Memmius, for a fact:
- Such copious drafts my singing tongue shall pour
- From the large well-springs of my plenished breast
- That much I dread slow age will steal and coil
- Along our members, and unloose the gates
- Of life within us, ere for thee my verse
- Hath put within thine ears the stores of proofs
- At hand for one soever question broached.