De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- And, first,
- This do I say, as oft I've said before:
- In earth are atoms of things of every sort;
- And know, these all thus rise from out the earth-
- Many life-giving which be good for food,
- And many which can generate disease
- And hasten death, O many primal seeds
- Of many things in many modes- since earth
- Contains them mingled and gives forth discrete.
- And we have shown before that certain things
- Be unto certain creatures suited more
- For ends of life, by virtue of a nature,
- A texture, and primordial shapes, unlike
- For kinds alike. Then too 'tis thine to see
- How many things oppressive be and foul
- To man, and to sensation most malign:
- Many meander miserably through ears;
- Many in-wind athrough the nostrils too,
- Malign and harsh when mortal draws a breath;
- Of not a few must one avoid the touch;
- Of not a few must one escape the sight;
- And some there be all loathsome to the taste;
- And many, besides, relax the languid limbs
- Along the frame, and undermine the soul
- In its abodes within. To certain trees
- There hath been given so dolorous a shade
- That often they gender achings of the head,
- If one but be beneath, outstretched on the sward.
- There is, again, on Helicon's high hills
- A tree that's wont to kill a man outright
- By fetid odour of its very flower.
- And when the pungent stench of the night-lamp,
- Extinguished but a moment since, assails
- The nostrils, then and there it puts to sleep
- A man afflicted with the falling sickness
- And foamings at the mouth. A woman, too,
- At the heavy castor drowses back in chair,
- And from her delicate fingers slips away
- Her gaudy handiwork, if haply she
- Hath got the whiff at menstruation-time.
- Once more, if thou delayest in hot baths,
- When thou art over-full, how readily
- From stool in middle of the steaming water
- Thou tumblest in a fit! How readily
- The heavy fumes of charcoal wind their way
- Into the brain, unless beforehand we
- Of water 've drunk. But when a burning fever,
- O'ermastering man, hath seized upon his limbs,
- Then odour of wine is like a hammer-blow.
- And seest thou not how in the very earth
- Sulphur is gendered and bitumen thickens
- With noisome stench?- What direful stenches, too,
- Scaptensula out-breathes from down below,
- When men pursue the veins of silver and gold,
- With pick-axe probing round the hidden realms
- Deep in the earth?- Or what of deadly bane
- The mines of gold exhale? O what a look,
- And what a ghastly hue they give to men!
- And seest thou not, or hearest, how they're wont
- In little time to perish, and how fail
- The life-stores in those folk whom mighty power
- Of grim necessity confineth there
- In such a task? Thus, this telluric earth
- Out-streams with all these dread effluvia
- And breathes them out into the open world
- And into the visible regions under heaven.