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.
- Nor doth that man who keeps away from love
- Yet lack the fruits of Venus; rather takes
- Those pleasures which are free of penalties.
- For the delights of Venus, verily,
- Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul
- Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
- Yea, in the very moment of possessing,
- Surges the heat of lovers to and fro,
- Restive, uncertain; and they cannot fix
- On what to first enjoy with eyes and hands.
- The parts they sought for, those they squeeze so tight,
- And pain the creature's body, close their teeth
- Often against her lips, and smite with kiss
- Mouth into mouth,- because this same delight
- Is not unmixed; and underneath are stings
- Which goad a man to hurt the very thing,
- Whate'er it be, from whence arise for him
- Those germs of madness. But with gentle touch
- Venus subdues the pangs in midst of love,
- And the admixture of a fondling joy
- Doth curb the bites of passion. For they hope
- That by the very body whence they caught
- The heats of love their flames can be put out.
- But nature protests 'tis all quite otherwise;
- For this same love it is the one sole thing
- Of which, the more we have, the fiercer burns
- The breast with fell desire. For food and drink
- Are taken within our members; and, since they
- Can stop up certain parts, thus, easily
- Desire of water is glutted and of bread.
- But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom
- Naught penetrates our frame to be enjoyed
- Save flimsy idol-images and vain-
- A sorry hope which oft the winds disperse.
- As when the thirsty man in slumber seeks
- To drink, and water ne'er is granted him
- Wherewith to quench the heat within his members,
- But after idols of the liquids strives
- And toils in vain, and thirsts even whilst he gulps
- In middle of the torrent, thus in love
- Venus deludes with idol-images
- The lovers. Nor they cannot sate their lust
- By merely gazing on the bodies, nor
- They cannot with their palms and fingers rub
- Aught from each tender limb, the while they stray
- Uncertain over all the body. Then,
- At last, with members intertwined, when they
- Enjoy the flower of their age, when now
- Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys,
- And Venus is about to sow the fields
- Of woman, greedily their frames they lock,
- And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe
- Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths-
- Yet to no purpose, since they're powerless
- To rub off aught, or penetrate and pass
- With body entire into body- for oft
- They seem to strive and struggle thus to do;
- So eagerly they cling in Venus' bonds,
- Whilst melt away their members, overcome
- By violence of delight. But when at last
- Lust, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself,
- There come a brief pause in the raging heat-
- But then a madness just the same returns
- And that old fury visits them again,
- When once again they seek and crave to reach
- They know not what, all powerless to find
- The artifice to subjugate the bane.
- In such uncertain state they waste away
- With unseen wound.