De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- But knew I never what
- The seeds primordial were, yet would I dare
- This to affirm, even from deep judgments based
- Upon the ways and conduct of the skies-
- This to maintain by many a fact besides-
- That in no wise the nature of all things
- For us was fashioned by a power divine-
- So great the faults it stands encumbered with.
- First, mark all regions which are overarched
- By the prodigious reaches of the sky:
- One yawning part thereof the mountain-chains
- And forests of the beasts do have and hold;
- And cliffs, and desert fens, and wastes of sea
- (Which sunder afar the beaches of the lands)
- Possess it merely; and, again, thereof
- Well-nigh two-thirds intolerable heat
- And a perpetual fall of frost doth rob
- From mortal kind. And what is left to till,
- Even that the force of nature would o'errun
- With brambles, did not human force oppose,-
- Long wont for livelihood to groan and sweat
- Over the two-pronged mattock and to cleave
- The soil in twain by pressing on the plough.
- . . . . . .
- Unless, by the ploughshare turning the fruitful clods
- And kneading the mould, we quicken into birth,
- [The crops] spontaneously could not come up
- Into the free bright air. Even then sometimes,
- When things acquired by the sternest toil
- Are now in leaf, are now in blossom all,
- Either the skiey sun with baneful heats
- Parches, or sudden rains or chilling rime
- Destroys, or flaws of winds with furious whirl
- Torment and twist. Beside these matters, why
- Doth nature feed and foster on land and sea
- The dreadful breed of savage beasts, the foes
- Of the human clan? Why do the seasons bring
- Distempers with them? Wherefore stalks at large
- Death, so untimely? Then, again, the babe,
- Like to the castaway of the raging surf,
- Lies naked on the ground, speechless, in want
- Of every help for life, when nature first
- Hath poured him forth upon the shores of light
- With birth-pangs from within the mother's womb,
- And with a plaintive wail he fills the place,-
- As well befitting one for whom remains
- In life a journey through so many ills.
- But all the flocks and herds and all wild beasts
- Come forth and grow, nor need the little rattles,
- Nor must be treated to the humouring nurse's
- Dear, broken chatter; nor seek they divers clothes
- To suit the changing skies; nor need, in fine,
- Nor arms, nor lofty ramparts, wherewithal
- Their own to guard- because the earth herself
- And nature, artificer of the world, bring forth
- Aboundingly all things for all.