"Quem vocet divum populus ruentisAnd in v.1, n.11, he reflects on life in a lesser key:
imperi rebus? Prece qua fatigent
virgines sanctae minus audientem
(Whom will the people call on in the collapse of the empire?
With what prayer can the holy virgins call out the Vesta
if she doesn't listen to their song?)
"Tu ne quaesieris, scire nefas, quem mihi, quem tibi(translation by Walter Baumann)
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. ut melius, quicquid erit, pati,
seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,
quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum: sapias, uina liques, et spatio breui
spem longam reseces. dum loquimur, fugerit inuida
aetas: carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero."
Don't ask, Leuconoe!
What business have you and/or I to know
When death comes from the gods?
Neither consult soothsayers and the like!
So much better to take whatever comes,
whether this winter is
One of many that Jove's given us,
or whether we're seeing for
One more time how the sea batters the cliffs,
how they are tumbling down.
Let's be wise above all,
get out the wine, and never make big plans!
Let small hopes be enough!
While we two speak, time, reckless time, flies by.
So seize this very day,
and never count on what the future holds.
So. I'm on vacation for a week from today. Let joy be unconfined!
I'll be back tonight with some odd ruminations on the $10,000 Tree and the Cut Direct