De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- Many would headlong fling them deeply down
- The water-pits, tumbling with eager mouth
- Already agape. The insatiable thirst
- That whelmed their parched bodies, lo, would make
- A goodly shower seem like to scanty drops.
- Respite of torment was there none. Their frames
- Forspent lay prone. With silent lips of fear
- Would Medicine mumble low, the while she saw
- So many a time men roll their eyeballs round,
- Staring wide-open, unvisited of sleep,
- The heralds of old death. And in those months
- Was given many another sign of death:
- The intellect of mind by sorrow and dread
- Deranged, the sad brow, the countenance
- Fierce and delirious, the tormented ears
- Beset with ringings, the breath quick and short
- Or huge and intermittent, soaking sweat
- A-glisten on neck, the spittle in fine gouts
- Tainted with colour of crocus and so salt,
- The cough scarce wheezing through the rattling throat.
- Aye, and the sinews in the fingered hands
- Were sure to contract, and sure the jointed frame
- To shiver, and up from feet the cold to mount
- Inch after inch: and toward the supreme hour
- At last the pinched nostrils, nose's tip
- A very point, eyes sunken, temples hollow,
- Skin cold and hard, the shuddering grimace,
- The pulled and puffy flesh above the brows!-
- O not long after would their frames lie prone
- In rigid death. And by about the eighth
- Resplendent light of sun, or at the most
- On the ninth flaming of his flambeau, they
- Would render up the life. If any then
- Had 'scaped the doom of that destruction, yet
- Him there awaited in the after days
- A wasting and a death from ulcers vile
- And black discharges of the belly, or else
- Through the clogged nostrils would there ooze along
- Much fouled blood, oft with an aching head:
- Hither would stream a man's whole strength and flesh.