De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- Now will I seek again to bring to mind
- How porous a body all things have- a fact
- Made manifest in my first canto, too.
- For, truly, though to know this doth import
- For many things, yet for this very thing
- On which straightway I'm going to discourse,
- 'Tis needful most of all to make it sure
- That naught's at hand but body mixed with void.
- A first ensample: in grottos, rocks o'erhead
- Sweat moisture and distil the oozy drops;
- Likewise, from all our body seeps the sweat;
- There grows the beard, and along our members all
- And along our frame the hairs. Through all our veins
- Disseminates the foods, and gives increase
- And aliment down to the extreme parts,
- Even to the tiniest finger-nails. Likewise,
- Through solid bronze the cold and fiery heat
- We feel to pass; likewise, we feel them pass
- Through gold, through silver, when we clasp in hand
- The brimming goblets. And, again, there flit
- Voices through houses' hedging walls of stone;
- Odour seeps through, and cold, and heat of fire
- That's wont to penetrate even strength of iron.
- Again, where corselet of the sky girds round
- . . . . . .
- And at same time, some Influence of bane,
- When from Beyond 'thas stolen into [our world].
- And tempests, gathering from the earth and sky,
- Back to the sky and earth absorbed retire-
- With reason, since there's naught that's fashioned not
- With body porous.
- Furthermore, not all
- The particles which be from things thrown off
- Are furnished with same qualities for sense,
- Nor be for all things equally adapt.
- A first ensample: the sun doth bake and parch
- The earth; but ice he thaws, and with his beams
- Compels the lofty snows, up-reared white
- Upon the lofty hills, to waste away;
- Then, wax, if set beneath the heat of him,
- Melts to a liquid. And the fire, likewise,
- Will melt the copper and will fuse the gold,
- But hides and flesh it shrivels up and shrinks.
- The water hardens the iron just off the fire,
- But hides and flesh (made hard by heat) it softens.
- The oleaster-tree as much delights
- The bearded she-goats, verily as though
- 'Twere nectar-steeped and shed ambrosia;
- Than which is naught that burgeons into leaf
- More bitter food for man. A hog draws back
- For marjoram oil, and every unguent fears
- Fierce poison these unto the bristled hogs,
- Yet unto us from time to time they seem,
- As 'twere, to give new life. But, contrariwise,
- Though unto us the mire be filth most foul,
- To hogs that mire doth so delightsome seem
- That they with wallowing from belly to back
- Are never cloyed.
- A point remains, besides,
- Which best it seems to tell of, ere I go
- To telling of the fact at hand itself.
- Since to the varied things assigned be
- The many pores, those pores must be diverse
- In nature one from other, and each have
- Its very shape, its own direction fixed.
- And so, indeed, in breathing creatures be
- The several senses, of which each takes in
- Unto itself, in its own fashion ever,
- Its own peculiar object. For we mark
- How sounds do into one place penetrate,
- Into another flavours of all juice,
- And savour of smell into a third. Moreover,
- One sort through rocks we see to seep, and, lo,
- One sort to pass through wood, another still
- Through gold, and others to go out and off
- Through silver and through glass. For we do see
- Through some pores form-and-look of things to flow,
- Through others heat to go, and some things still
- To speedier pass than others through same pores.
- Of verity, the nature of these same paths,
- Varying in many modes (as aforesaid)
- Because of unlike nature and warp and woof
- Of cosmic things, constrains it so to be.
- Wherefore, since all these matters now have been
- Established and settled well for us
- As premises prepared, for what remains
- 'Twill not be hard to render clear account
- By means of these, and the whole cause reveal
- Whereby the magnet lures the strength of iron.
- First, stream there must from off the lode-stone seeds
- Innumerable, a very tide, which smites
- By blows that air asunder lying betwixt
- The stone and iron. And when is emptied out
- This space, and a large place between the two
- Is made a void, forthwith the primal germs
- Of iron, headlong slipping, fall conjoined
- Into the vacuum, and the ring itself
- By reason thereof doth follow after and go
- Thuswise with all its body. And naught there is
- That of its own primordial elements
- More thoroughly knit or tighter linked coheres
- Than nature and cold roughness of stout iron.
- Wherefore, 'tis less a marvel what I said,
- That from such elements no bodies can
- From out the iron collect in larger throng
- And be into the vacuum borne along,
- Without the ring itself do follow after.
- And this it does, and followeth on until
- 'Thath reached the stone itself and cleaved to it
- By links invisible. Moreover, likewise,
- The motion's assisted by a thing of aid
- (Whereby the process easier becomes),-
- Namely, by this: as soon as rarer grows
- That air in front of the ring, and space between
- Is emptied more and made a void, forthwith
- It happens all the air that lies behind
- Conveys it onward, pushing from the rear.
- For ever doth the circumambient air
- Drub things unmoved, but here it pushes forth
- The iron, because upon one side the space
- Lies void and thus receives the iron in.
- This air, whereof I am reminding thee,
- Winding athrough the iron's abundant pores
- So subtly into the tiny parts thereof,
- Shoves it and pushes, as wind the ship and sails.
- The same doth happen in all directions forth:
- From whatso side a space is made a void,
- Whether from crosswise or above, forthwith
- The neighbour particles are borne along
- Into the vacuum; for of verity,
- They're set a-going by poundings from elsewhere,
- Nor by themselves of own accord can they
- Rise upwards into the air. Again, all things
- Must in their framework hold some air, because
- They are of framework porous, and the air
- Encompasses and borders on all things.
- Thus, then, this air in iron so deeply stored
- Is tossed evermore in vexed motion,
- And therefore drubs upon the ring sans doubt
- And shakes it up inside....
- . . . . . .
- In sooth, that ring is thither borne along
- To where 'thas once plunged headlong- thither, lo,
- Unto the void whereto it took its start.