De Rerum Natura
Lucretius
Lucretius. De Rerum Natura. William Ellery Leonard. E. P. Dutton. 1916.
- 'Twas Athens first, the glorious in name,
- That whilom gave to hapless sons of men
- The sheaves of harvest, and re-ordered life,
- And decreed laws; and she the first that gave
- Life its sweet solaces, when she begat
- A man of heart so wise, who whilom poured
- All wisdom forth from his truth-speaking mouth;
- The glory of whom, though dead, is yet to-day,
- Because of those discoveries divine
- Renowned of old, exalted to the sky.
- For when saw he that well-nigh everything
- Which needs of man most urgently require
- Was ready to hand for mortals, and that life,
- As far as might be, was established safe,
- That men were lords in riches, honour, praise,
- And eminent in goodly fame of sons,
- And that they yet, O yet, within the home,
- Still had the anxious heart which vexed life
- Unpausingly with torments of the mind,
- And raved perforce with angry plaints, then he,
- Then he, the master, did perceive that 'twas
- The vessel itself which worked the bane, and all,
- However wholesome, which from here or there
- Was gathered into it, was by that bane
- Spoilt from within,- in part, because he saw
- The vessel so cracked and leaky that nowise
- 'T could ever be filled to brim; in part because
- He marked how it polluted with foul taste
- Whate'er it got within itself. So he,
- The master, then by his truth-speaking words,
- Purged the breasts of men, and set the bounds
- Of lust and terror, and exhibited
- The supreme good whither we all endeavour,
- And showed the path whereby we might arrive
- Thereunto by a little cross-cut straight,
- And what of ills in all affairs of mortals
- Upsprang and flitted deviously about
- (Whether by chance or force), since nature thus
- Had destined; and from out what gates a man
- Should sally to each combat. And he proved
- That mostly vainly doth the human race
- Roll in its bosom the grim waves of care.
- For just as children tremble and fear all
- In the viewless dark, so even we at times
- Dread in the light so many things that be
- No whit more fearsome than what children feign,
- Shuddering, will be upon them in the dark.
- This terror then, this darkness of the mind,
- Not sunrise with its flaring spokes of light,
- Nor glittering arrows of morning can disperse,
- But only nature's aspect and her law.
- Wherefore the more will I go on to weave
- In verses this my undertaken task.
- And since I've taught thee that the world's great vaults
- Are mortal and that sky is fashioned
- Of frame e'en born in time, and whatsoe'er
- Therein go on and must perforce go on
- . . . . . .
- The most I have unravelled; what remains
- Do thou take in, besides; since once for all
- To climb into that chariot' renowned
- . . . . . .
- Of winds arise; and they appeased are
- So that all things again...
- . . . . . .
- Which were, are changed now, with fury stilled;
- All other movements through the earth and sky
- Which mortals gaze upon (O anxious oft
- In quaking thoughts!), and which abase their minds
- With dread of deities and press them crushed
- Down to the earth, because their ignorance
- Of cosmic causes forces them to yield
- All things unto the empery of gods
- And to concede the kingly rule to them.
- For even those men who have learned full well
- That godheads lead a long life free of care,
- If yet meanwhile they wonder by what plan
- Things can go on (and chiefly yon high things
- Observed o'erhead on the ethereal coasts),
- Again are hurried back unto the fears
- Of old religion and adopt again
- Harsh masters, deemed almighty,- wretched men,
- Unwitting what can be and what cannot,
- And by what law to each its scope prescribed,
- Its boundary stone that clings so deep in Time.
- Wherefore the more are they borne wandering on
- By blindfold reason. And, Memmius, unless
- From out thy mind thou spuest all of this
- And casteth far from thee all thoughts which be
- Unworthy gods and alien to their peace,
- Then often will the holy majesties
- Of the high gods be harmful unto thee,
- As by thy thought degraded,- not, indeed,
- That essence supreme of gods could be by this
- So outraged as in wrath to thirst to seek
- Revenges keen; but even because thyself
- Thou plaguest with the notion that the gods,
- Even they, the Calm Ones in serene repose,
- Do roll the mighty waves of wrath on wrath;
- Nor wilt thou enter with a serene breast
- Shrines of the gods; nor wilt thou able be
- In tranquil peace of mind to take and know
- Those images which from their holy bodies
- Are carried into intellects of men,
- As the announcers of their form divine.
- What sort of life will follow after this
- 'Tis thine to see. But that afar from us
- Veriest reason may drive such life away,
- Much yet remains to be embellished yet
- In polished verses, albeit hath issued forth
- So much from me already; lo, there is
- The law and aspect of the sky to be
- By reason grasped; there are the tempest times
- And the bright lightnings to be hymned now-
- Even what they do and from what cause soe'er
- They're borne along- that thou mayst tremble not,
- Marking off regions of prophetic skies
- For auguries, O foolishly distraught
- Even as to whence the flying flame hath come,
- Or to which half of heaven it turns, or how
- Through walled places it hath wound its way,
- Or, after proving its dominion there,
- How it hath speeded forth from thence amain-
- Whereof nowise the causes do men know,
- And think divinities are working there.
- Do thou, Calliope, ingenious Muse,
- Solace of mortals and delight of gods,
- Point out the course before me, as I race
- On to the white line of the utmost goal,
- That I may get with signal praise the crown,
- With thee my guide!
- And so in first place, then,
- With thunder are shaken the blue deeps of heaven,
- Because the ethereal clouds, scudding aloft,
- Together clash, what time 'gainst one another
- The winds are battling. For never a sound there comes
- From out the serene regions of the sky;
- But wheresoever in a host more dense
- The clouds foregather, thence more often comes
- A crash with mighty rumbling. And, again,
- Clouds cannot be of so condensed a frame
- As stones and timbers, nor again so fine
- As mists and flying smoke; for then perforce
- They'd either fall, borne down by their brute weight,
- Like stones, or, like the smoke, they'd powerless be
- To keep their mass, or to retain within
- Frore snows and storms of hail. And they give forth
- O'er skiey levels of the spreading world
- A sound on high, as linen-awning, stretched
- O'er mighty theatres, gives forth at times
- A cracking roar, when much 'tis beaten about
- Betwixt the poles and cross-beams. Sometimes, too,
- Asunder rent by wanton gusts, it raves
- And imitates the tearing sound of sheets
- Of paper- even this kind of noise thou mayst
- In thunder hear- or sound as when winds whirl
- With lashings and do buffet about in air
- A hanging cloth and flying paper-sheets.
- For sometimes, too, it chances that the clouds
- Cannot together crash head-on, but rather
- Move side-wise and with motions contrary
- Graze each the other's body without speed,
- From whence that dry sound grateth on our ears,
- So long drawn-out, until the clouds have passed
- From out their close positions.
- And, again,
- In following wise all things seem oft to quake
- At shock of heavy thunder, and mightiest walls
- Of the wide reaches of the upper world
- There on the instant to have sprung apart,
- Riven asunder, what time a gathered blast
- Of the fierce hurricane hath all at once
- Twisted its way into a mass of clouds,
- And, there enclosed, ever more and more
- Compelleth by its spinning whirl the cloud
- To grow all hollow with a thickened crust
- Surrounding; for thereafter, when the force
- And the keen onset of the wind have weakened
- That crust, lo, then the cloud, to-split in twain,
- Gives forth a hideous crash with bang and boom.
- No marvel this; since oft a bladder small,
- Filled up with air, will, when of sudden burst,
- Give forth a like large sound.
- There's reason, too,
- Why clouds make sounds, as through them blow the winds:
- We see, borne down the sky, oft shapes of clouds
- Rough-edged or branched many forky ways;
- And 'tis the same, as when the sudden flaws
- Of north-west wind through the dense forest blow,
- Making the leaves to sough and limbs to crash.
- It happens too at times that roused force
- Of the fierce hurricane to-rends the cloud,
- Breaking right through it by a front assault;
- For what a blast of wind may do up there
- Is manifest from facts when here on earth
- A blast more gentle yet uptwists tall trees
- And sucks them madly from their deepest roots.
- Besides, among the clouds are waves, and these
- Give, as they roughly break, a rumbling roar;
- As when along deep streams or the great sea
- Breaks the loud surf. It happens, too, whenever
- Out from one cloud into another falls
- The fiery energy of thunderbolt,
- That straightaway the cloud, if full of wet,
- Extinguishes the fire with mighty noise;
- As iron, white from the hot furnaces,
- Sizzles, when speedily we've plunged its glow
- Down the cold water. Further, if a cloud
- More dry receive the fire, 'twill suddenly
- Kindle to flame and burn with monstrous sound,
- As if a flame with whirl of winds should range
- Along the laurel-tressed mountains far,
- Upburning with its vast assault those trees;
- Nor is there aught that in the crackling flame
- Consumes with sound more terrible to man
- Than Delphic laurel of Apollo lord.
- Oft, too, the multitudinous crash of ice
- And down-pour of swift hail gives forth a sound
- Among the mighty clouds on high; for when
- The wind hath packed them close, each mountain mass
- Of rain-cloud, there congealed utterly
- And mixed with hail-stones, breaks and booms...
- . . . . . .
- Likewise, it lightens, when the clouds have struck,
- By their collision, forth the seeds of fire:
- As if a stone should smite a stone or steel,
- For light then too leaps forth and fire then scatters
- The shining sparks. But with our ears we get
- The thunder after eyes behold the flash,
- Because forever things arrive the ears
- More tardily than the eyes- as thou mayst see
- From this example too: when markest thou
- Some man far yonder felling a great tree
- With double-edged ax, it comes to pass
- Thine eye beholds the swinging stroke before
- The blow gives forth a sound athrough thine ears:
- Thus also we behold the flashing ere
- We hear the thunder, which discharged is
- At same time with the fire and by same cause,
- Born of the same collision.
- In following wise
- The clouds suffuse with leaping light the lands,
- And the storm flashes with tremulous elan:
- When the wind hath invaded a cloud, and, whirling there,
- Hath wrought (as I have shown above) the cloud
- Into a hollow with a thickened crust,
- It becomes hot of own velocity:
- Just as thou seest how motion will o'erheat
- And set ablaze all objects,- verily
- A leaden ball, hurtling through length of space,
- Even melts. Therefore, when this same wind a-fire
- Hath split black cloud, it scatters the fire-seeds,
- Which, so to say, have been pressed out by force
- Of sudden from the cloud;- and these do make
- The pulsing flashes of flame; thence followeth
- The detonation which attacks our ears
- More tardily than aught which comes along
- Unto the sight of eyeballs. This takes place-
- As know thou mayst- at times when clouds are dense
- And one upon the other piled aloft
- With wonderful upheavings- nor be thou
- Deceived because we see how broad their base
- From underneath, and not how high they tower.
- For make thine observations at a time
- When winds shall bear athwart the horizon's blue
- Clouds like to mountain-ranges moving on,
- Or when about the sides of mighty peaks
- Thou seest them one upon the other massed
- And burdening downward, anchored in high repose,
- With the winds sepulchred on all sides round:
- Then canst thou know their mighty masses, then
- Canst view their caverns, as if builded there
- Of beetling crags; which, when the hurricanes
- In gathered storm have filled utterly,
- Then, prisoned in clouds, they rave around
- With mighty roarings, and within those dens
- Bluster like savage beasts, and now from here,
- And now from there, send growlings through the clouds,
- And seeking an outlet, whirl themselves about,
- And roll from 'mid the clouds the seeds of fire,
- And heap them multitudinously there,
- And in the hollow furnaces within
- Wheel flame around, until from bursted cloud
- In forky flashes they have gleamed forth.
- Again, from following cause it comes to pass
- That yon swift golden hue of liquid fire
- Darts downward to the earth: because the clouds
- Themselves must hold abundant seeds of fire;
- For, when they be without all moisture, then
- They be for most part of a flamy hue
- And a resplendent. And, indeed, they must
- Even from the light of sun unto themselves
- Take multitudinous seeds, and so perforce
- Redden and pour their bright fires all abroad.
- And therefore, when the wind hath driven and thrust,
- Hath forced and squeezed into one spot these clouds,
- They pour abroad the seeds of fire pressed out,
- Which make to flash these colours of the flame.
- Likewise, it lightens also when the clouds
- Grow rare and thin along the sky; for, when
- The wind with gentle touch unravels them
- And breaketh asunder as they move, those seeds
- Which make the lightnings must by nature fall;
- At such an hour the horizon lightens round
- Without the hideous terror of dread noise
- And skiey uproar.
- To proceed apace,
- What sort of nature thunderbolts possess
- Is by their strokes made manifest and by
- The brand-marks of their searing heat on things,
- And by the scorched scars exhaling round
- The heavy fumes of sulphur. For all these
- Are marks, O not of wind or rain, but fire.
- Again, they often enkindle even the roofs
- Of houses and inside the very rooms
- With swift flame hold a fierce dominion.
- Know thou that nature fashioned this fire
- Subtler than fires all other, with minute
- And dartling bodies,- a fire 'gainst which there's naught
- Can in the least hold out: the thunderbolt,
- The mighty, passes through the hedging walls
- Of houses, like to voices or a shout,-
- Through stones, through bronze it passes, and it melts
- Upon the instant bronze and gold; and makes,
- Likewise, the wines sudden to vanish forth,
- The wine-jars intact,- because, ye see,
- Its heat arriving renders loose and porous
- Readily all the wine- jar's earthen sides,
- And winding its way within, it scattereth
- The elements primordial of the wine
- With speedy dissolution- process which
- Even in an age the fiery steam of sun
- Could not accomplish, however puissant he
- With his hot coruscations: so much more
- Agile and overpowering is this force.
- . . . . . .
- Now in what manner engendered are these things,
- How fashioned of such impetuous strength
- As to cleave towers asunder, and houses all
- To overtopple, and to wrench apart
- Timbers and beams, and heroes' monuments
- To pile in ruins and upheave amain,
- And to take breath forever out of men,
- And to o'erthrow the cattle everywhere,-
- Yes, by what force the lightnings do all this,
- All this and more, I will unfold to thee,
- Nor longer keep thee in mere promises.
- The bolts of thunder, then, must be conceived
- As all begotten in those crasser clouds
- Up-piled aloft; for, from the sky serene
- And from the clouds of lighter density,
- None are sent forth forever. That 'tis so
- Beyond a doubt, fact plain to sense declares:
- To wit, at such a time the densed clouds
- So mass themselves through all the upper air
- That we might think that round about all murk
- Had parted forth from Acheron and filled
- The mighty vaults of sky- so grievously,
- As gathers thus the storm-clouds' gruesome might,
- Do faces of black horror hang on high-
- When tempest begins its thunderbolts to forge.
- Besides, full often also out at sea
- A blackest thunderhead, like cataract
- Of pitch hurled down from heaven, and far away
- Bulging with murkiness, down on the waves
- Falls with vast uproar, and draws on amain
- The darkling tempests big with thunderbolts
- And hurricanes, itself the while so crammed
- Tremendously with fires and winds, that even
- Back on the lands the people shudder round
- And seek for cover. Therefore, as I said,
- The storm must be conceived as o'er our head
- Towering most high; for never would the clouds
- O'erwhelm the lands with such a massy dark,
- Unless up-builded heap on lofty heap,
- To shut the round sun off. Nor could the clouds,
- As on they come, engulf with rain so vast
- As thus to make the rivers overflow
- And fields to float, if ether were not thus
- Furnished with lofty-piled clouds. Lo, then,
- Here be all things fulfilled with winds and fires-
- Hence the long lightnings and the thunders loud.
- For, verily, I've taught thee even now
- How cavernous clouds hold seeds innumerable
- Of fiery exhalations, and they must
- From off the sunbeams and the heat of these
- Take many still. And so, when that same wind
- (Which, haply, into one region of the sky
- Collects those clouds) hath pressed from out the same
- The many fiery seeds, and with that fire
- Hath at the same time inter-mixed itself,
- O then and there that wind, a whirlwind now,
- Deep in the belly of the cloud spins round
- In narrow confines, and sharpens there inside
- In glowing furnaces the thunderbolt.
- For in a two-fold manner is that wind
- Enkindled all: it trembles into heat
- Both by its own velocity and by
- Repeated touch of fire. Thereafter, when
- The energy of wind is heated through
- And the fierce impulse of the fire hath sped
- Deeply within, O then the thunderbolt,
- Now ripened, so to say, doth suddenly
- Splinter the cloud, and the aroused flash
- Leaps onward, lumining with forky light
- All places round. And followeth anon
- A clap so heavy that the skiey vaults,
- As if asunder burst, seem from on high
- To engulf the earth. Then fearfully a quake
- Pervades the lands, and 'long the lofty skies
- Run the far rumblings. For at such a time
- Nigh the whole tempest quakes, shook through and through,
- And roused are the roarings,- from which shock
- Comes such resounding and abounding rain,
- That all the murky ether seems to turn
- Now into rain, and, as it tumbles down,
- To summon the fields back to primeval floods:
- So big the rains that be sent down on men
- By burst of cloud and by the hurricane,
- What time the thunder-clap, from burning bolt
- That cracks the cloud, flies forth along. At times
- The force of wind, excited from without,
- Smiteth into a cloud already hot
- With a ripe thunderbolt.