Poem of the day

Bring Out the Wine and Leave Everything Else to the Gods (Odes, I, 9)
by Quintus Horatius Flaccus (“Horace”) (65-8 BCE)

Vides ut alta stet nive candidum
Soracte nec iam sustineant onus
      silvae laborantes geluque
         flumina constiterint acuto?

Dissolve frigus ligna super foco
large reponens atque benignius
      deprome quadrimum Sabina,
         o Thaliarche, merum diota.

Permitte divis cetera, qui simul
strauere ventos aequore fervido
      deproeliantis, nec cupressi
         nec veteres agitantur orni.

Quid sit futurum cras, fuge quaerere, et
quem fors dierum cumque dabit, lucro
      adpone nec dulcis amores
         sperne, puer, neque tu choreas,

donec virenti canities abest
morosa. Nunc et Campus et areae
      lenesque sub noctem susurri
         composita repetantur hora,

nunc et latentis proditor intumo
gratus puellae risus ab angulo
      pignusque dereptum lacertis
         aut digito male pertinaci.

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