De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- And as said before,
- That seed is roused in us when once ripe age
- Has made our body strong...
- As divers causes give to divers things
- Impulse and irritation, so one force
- In human kind rouses the human seed
- To spurt from man. As soon as ever it issues,
- Forced from its first abodes, it passes down
- In the whole body through the limbs and frame,
- Meeting in certain regions of our thews,
- And stirs amain the genitals of man.
- The goaded regions swell with seed, and then
- Comes the delight to dart the same at what
- The mad desire so yearns, and body seeks
- That object, whence the mind by love is pierced.
- For well-nigh each man falleth toward his wound,
- And our blood spurts even toward the spot from whence
- The stroke wherewith we are strook, and if indeed
- The foe be close, the red jet reaches him.
- Thus, one who gets a stroke from Venus' shafts-
- Whether a boy with limbs effeminate
- Assault him, or a woman darting love
- From all her body- that one strains to get
- Even to the thing whereby he's hit, and longs
- To join with it and cast into its frame
- The fluid drawn even from within its own.
- For the mute craving doth presage delight.
- This craving 'tis that's Venus unto us:
- From this, engender all the lures of love,
- From this, O first hath into human hearts
- Trickled that drop of joyance which ere long
- Is by chill care succeeded. Since, indeed,
- Though she thou lovest now be far away,
- Yet idol-images of her are near
- And the sweet name is floating in thy ear.
- But it behooves to flee those images;
- And scare afar whatever feeds thy love;
- And turn elsewhere thy mind; and vent the sperm,
- Within thee gathered, into sundry bodies,
- Nor, with thy thoughts still busied with one love,
- Keep it for one delight, and so store up
- Care for thyself and pain inevitable.
- For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing
- Grows to more life with deep inveteracy,
- And day by day the fury swells aflame,
- And the woe waxes heavier day by day-
- Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows
- The former wounds of love, and curest them
- While yet they're fresh, by wandering freely round
- After the freely-wandering Venus, or
- Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.