De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- Bodies that strike the eyes, awaking sight.
- From certain things flow odours evermore,
- As cold from rivers, heat from sun, and spray
- From waves of ocean, eater-out of walls
- Around the coasts. Nor ever cease to flit
- The varied voices, sounds athrough the air.
- Then too there comes into the mouth at times
- The wet of a salt taste, when by the sea
- We roam about; and so, whene'er we watch
- The wormword being mixed, its bitter stings.
- To such degree from all things is each thing
- Borne streamingly along, and sent about
- To every region round; and nature grants
- Nor rest nor respite of the onward flow,
- Since 'tis incessantly we feeling have,
- And all the time are suffered to descry
- And smell all things at hand, and hear them sound.
- Besides, since shape examined by our hands
- Within the dark is known to be the same
- As that by eyes perceived within the light
- And lustrous day, both touch and sight must be
- By one like cause aroused. So, if we test
- A square and get its stimulus on us
- Within the dark, within the light what square
- Can fall upon our sight, except a square
- That images the things? Wherefore it seems
- The source of seeing is in images,
- Nor without these can anything be viewed.
- Now these same films I name are borne about
- And tossed and scattered into regions all.
- But since we do perceive alone through eyes,
- It follows hence that whitherso we turn
- Our sight, all things do strike against it there
- With form and hue. And just how far from us
- Each thing may be away, the image yields
- To us the power to see and chance to tell:
- For when 'tis sent, at once it shoves ahead
- And drives along the air that's in the space
- Betwixt it and our eyes. And thus this air
- All glides athrough our eyeballs, and, as 'twere,
- Brushes athrough our pupils and thuswise
- Passes across. Therefore it comes we see
- How far from us each thing may be away,
- And the more air there be that's driven before,
- And too the longer be the brushing breeze
- Against our eyes, the farther off removed
- Each thing is seen to be: forsooth, this work
- With mightily swift order all goes on,
- So that upon one instant we may see
- What kind the object and how far away.
- Nor over-marvellous must this be deemed
- In these affairs that, though the films which strike
- Upon the eyes cannot be singly seen,
- The things themselves may be perceived. For thus
- When the wind beats upon us stroke by stroke
- And when the sharp cold streams, 'tis not our wont
- To feel each private particle of wind
- Or of that cold, but rather all at once;
- And so we see how blows affect our body,
- As if one thing were beating on the same
- And giving us the feel of its own body
- Outside of us. Again, whene'er we thump
- With finger-tip upon a stone, we touch
- But the rock's surface and the outer hue,
- Nor feel that hue by contact- rather feel
- The very hardness deep within the rock.