Horace, Seventh Epode Poem by James Clerk Maxwell
Horace, Seventh Epode
Whither, whither, reckless Romans,
Are you rushing, sword in hand?
Has not yet the blood of brothers,
Fully stained the sea and land?
Not that raging conflagration
Should o’er fallen Carthage play;
Not that the unconquered Briton
Should descend the sacred way.
"Rome," exclaims the joyful Parthian,
"Ruin for herself prepares;
Wolves with wolves are never savage,
Lion lion never tears."
Is this fury? is it madness?
Speedy answer I demand;
Foolish, blinded, guilty Romans,
Silent, stupefied you stand. [590]
Thus ’tis fated, blood of brothers
Must atone for brothers’ guilt,
Since the blood of injured Remus
Romulus in anger spilt.
' Is this fury? Is it madness? Speedy answer I demand' A fascinating poem deserving of POD
' is this fury? Is it madness? Speedy answer I demand' A fascinating piece of poetry deserving of POD
Wolves with wolves are never savage, Lion lion never tears." ........it's great expressive poem; beautifully crafted; wise expression; something I feel it's historical poem
Actually a protest war poem over the brutality of a autocratic Rome.
When will the " blood of brothers" cease to be shed? Great piece!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Sword in hand! ! Ready to kill. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.