For soothly from no living Centaur is That phantom gendered, since no breed of beast Like him was ever; but, when images Of horse and man by chance have come together, They easily cohere, as aforesaid, At once, through subtle nature and fabric thin.
In the same fashion others of this ilk Created are. And when they"re quickly borne In their exceeding lightness, easily (As earlier I showed) one subtle image, Compounded, moves by its one blow the mind, Itself so subtle and so strangely quick.
That these things come to pa.s.s as I record, From this thou easily canst understand: So far as one is unto other like, Seeing with mind as well as with the eyes Must come to pa.s.s in fashion not unlike.
Well, now, since I have shown that I perceive Haply a lion through those idol-films Such as a.s.sail my eyes, "tis thine to know Also the mind is in like manner moved, And sees, nor more nor less than eyes do see (Except that it perceives more subtle films) The lion and aught else through idol-films.
And when the sleep has overset our frame, The mind"s intelligence is now awake, Still for no other reason, save that these-- The self-same films as when we are awake-- a.s.sail our minds, to such degree indeed That we do seem to see for sure the man Whom, void of life, now death and earth have gained Dominion over. And nature forces this To come to pa.s.s because the body"s senses Are resting, thwarted through the members all, Unable now to conquer false with true; And memory lies p.r.o.ne and languishes In slumber, nor protests that he, the man Whom the mind feigns to see alive, long since Hath been the gain of death and dissolution.
And further, "tis no marvel idols move And toss their arms and other members round In rhythmic time--and often in men"s sleeps It haps an image this is seen to do; In sooth, when perishes the former image, And other is gendered of another pose, That former seemeth to have changed its gestures.
Of course the change must be conceived as speedy; So great the swiftness and so great the store Of idol-things, and (in an instant brief As mind can mark) so great, again, the store Of separate idol-parts to bring supplies.
It happens also that there is supplied Sometimes an image not of kind the same; But what before was woman, now at hand Is seen to stand there, altered into male; Or other visage, other age succeeds; But slumber and oblivion take care That we shall feel no wonder at the thing.
And much in these affairs demands inquiry, And much, illumination--if we crave With plainness to exhibit facts. And first, Why doth the mind of one to whom the whim To think has come behold forthwith that thing?
Or do the idols watch upon our will, And doth an image unto us occur, Directly we desire--if heart prefer The sea, the land, or after all the sky?
a.s.semblies of the citizens, parades, Banquets, and battles, these and all doth she, Nature, create and furnish at our word?-- Maugre the fact that in same place and spot Another"s mind is meditating things All far unlike. And what, again, of this: When we in sleep behold the idols step, In measure, forward, moving supple limbs, Whilst forth they put each supple arm in turn With speedy motion, and with eyeing heads Repeat the movement, as the foot keeps time?
Forsooth, the idols they are steeped in art, And wander to and fro well taught indeed,-- Thus to be able in the time of night To make such games! Or will the truth be this: Because in one least moment that we mark-- That is, the uttering of a single sound-- There lurk yet many moments, which the reason Discovers to exist, therefore it comes That, in a moment how so brief ye will, The divers idols are hard by, and ready Each in its place diverse? So great the swiftness, So great, again, the store of idol-things, And so, when perishes the former image, And other is gendered of another pose, The former seemeth to have changed its gestures.
And since they be so tenuous, mind can mark Sharply alone the ones it strains to see; And thus the rest do perish one and all, Save those for which the mind prepares itself.
Further, it doth prepare itself indeed, And hopes to see what follows after each-- Hence this result. For hast thou not observed How eyes, essaying to perceive the fine, Will strain in preparation, otherwise Unable sharply to perceive at all?
Yet know thou canst that, even in objects plain, If thou attendest not, "tis just the same As if "twere all the time removed and far.
What marvel, then, that mind doth lose the rest, Save those to which "thas given up itself?
So "tis that we conjecture from small signs Things wide and weighty, and involve ourselves In snarls of self-deceit.
SOME VITAL FUNCTIONS
In these affairs We crave that thou wilt pa.s.sionately flee The one offence, and anxiously wilt shun The error of presuming the clear lights Of eyes created were that we might see; Or thighs and knees, aprop upon the feet, Thuswise can bended be, that we might step With goodly strides ahead; or forearms joined Unto the st.u.r.dy uppers, or serving hands On either side were given, that we might do Life"s own demands. All such interpretation Is aft-for-fore with inverse reasoning, Since naught is born in body so that we May use the same, but birth engenders use: No seeing ere the lights of eyes were born, No speaking ere the tongue created was; But origin of tongue came long before Discourse of words, and ears created were Much earlier than any sound was heard; And all the members, so meseems, were there Before they got their use: and therefore, they Could not be gendered for the sake of use.
But contrariwise, contending in the fight With hand to hand, and rending of the joints, And fouling of the limbs with gore, was there, O long before the gleaming spears ere flew; And nature prompted man to shun a wound, Before the left arm by the aid of art Opposed the shielding targe. And, verily, Yielding the weary body to repose, Far ancienter than cushions of soft beds, And quenching thirst is earlier than cups.
These objects, therefore, which for use and life Have been devised, can be conceived as found For sake of using. But apart from such Are all which first were born and afterwards Gave knowledge of their own utility-- Chief in which sort we note the senses, limbs: Wherefore, again, "tis quite beyond thy power To hold that these could thus have been create For office of utility.
Likewise, "Tis nothing strange that all the breathing creatures Seek, even by nature of their frame, their food.
Yes, since I"ve taught thee that from off the things Stream and depart innumerable bodies In modes innumerable too; but most Must be the bodies streaming from the living-- Which bodies, vexed by motion evermore, Are through the mouth exhaled innumerable, When weary creatures pant, or through the sweat Squeezed forth innumerable from deep within.
Thus body rarefies, so undermined In all its nature, and pain attends its state.
And so the food is taken to underprop The tottering joints, and by its interfusion To re-create their powers, and there stop up The longing, open-mouthed through limbs and veins, For eating. And the moist no less departs Into all regions that demand the moist; And many heaped-up particles of hot, Which cause such burnings in these bellies of ours, The liquid on arriving dissipates And quenches like a fire, that parching heat No longer now can scorch the frame. And so, Thou seest how panting thirst is washed away From off our body, how the hunger-pang It, too, appeased.
Now, how it comes that we, Whene"er we wish, can step with strides ahead, And how "tis given to move our limbs about, And what device is wont to push ahead This the big load of our corporeal frame, I"ll say to thee--do thou attend what"s said.
I say that first some idol-films of walking Into our mind do fall and smite the mind, As said before. Thereafter will arises; For no one starts to do a thing, before The intellect previsions what it wills; And what it there pre-visioneth depends On what that image is. When, therefore, mind Doth so bestir itself that it doth will To go and step along, it strikes at once That energy of soul that"s sown about In all the body through the limbs and frame-- And this is easy of performance, since The soul is close conjoined with the mind.
Next, soul in turn strikes body, and by degrees Thus the whole ma.s.s is pushed along and moved.
Then too the body rarefies, and air, Forsooth as ever of such nimbleness, Comes on and penetrates aboundingly Through opened pores, and thus is sprinkled round Unto all smallest places in our frame.
Thus then by these twain factors, severally, Body is borne like ship with oars and wind.
Nor yet in these affairs is aught for wonder That particles so fine can whirl around So great a body and turn this weight of ours; For wind, so tenuous with its subtle body, Yet pushes, driving on the mighty ship Of mighty bulk; one hand directs the same, Whatever its momentum, and one helm Whirls it around, whither ye please; and loads, Many and huge, are moved and hoisted high By enginery of pulley-blocks and wheels, With but light strain.
Now, by what modes this sleep Pours through our members waters of repose And frees the breast from cares of mind, I"ll tell In verses sweeter than they many are; Even as the swan"s slight note is better far Than that dispersed clamour of the cranes Among the southwind"s aery clouds. Do thou Give me sharp ears and a sagacious mind,-- That thou mayst not deny the things to be Whereof I"m speaking, nor depart away With bosom scorning these the spoken truths, Thyself at fault unable to perceive.
Sleep chiefly comes when energy of soul Hath now been scattered through the frame, and part Expelled abroad and gone away, and part Crammed back and settling deep within the frame-- Whereafter then our loosened members droop.
For doubt is none that by the work of soul Exist in us this sense, and when by slumber That sense is thwarted, we are bound to think The soul confounded and expelled abroad-- Yet not entirely, else the frame would lie Drenched in the everlasting cold of death.
In sooth, where no one part of soul remained Lurking among the members, even as fire Lurks buried under many ashes, whence Could sense amain rekindled be in members, As flame can rise anew from unseen fire?
By what devices this strange state and new May be occasioned, and by what the soul Can be confounded and the frame grow faint, I will untangle: see to it, thou, that I Pour forth my words not unto empty winds.
In first place, body on its outer parts-- Since these are touched by neighbouring aery gusts-- Must there be thumped and strook by blows of air Repeatedly. And therefore almost all Are covered either with hides, or else with sh.e.l.ls, Or with the h.o.r.n.y callus, or with bark.
Yet this same air lashes their inner parts, When creatures draw a breath or blow it out.
Wherefore, since body thus is flogged alike Upon the inside and the out, and blows Come in upon us through the little pores Even inward to our body"s primal parts And primal elements, there comes to pa.s.s By slow degrees, along our members then, A kind of overthrow; for then confounded Are those arrangements of the primal germs Of body and of mind. It comes to pa.s.s That next a part of soul"s expelled abroad, A part retreateth in recesses hid, A part, too, scattered all about the frame, Cannot become united nor engage In interchange of motion. Nature now So hedges off approaches and the paths; And thus the sense, its motions all deranged, Retires down deep within; and since there"s naught, As "twere, to prop the frame, the body weakens, And all the members languish, and the arms And eyelids fall, and, as ye lie abed, Even there the houghs will sag and loose their powers.
Again, sleep follows after food, because The food produces same result as air, Whilst being scattered round through all the veins; And much the heaviest is that slumber which, Full or fatigued, thou takest; since "tis then That the most bodies disarrange themselves, Bruised by labours hard. And in same wise, This three-fold change: a forcing of the soul Down deeper, more a casting-forth of it, A moving more divided in its parts And scattered more.
And to whate"er pursuit A man most clings absorbed, or what the affairs On which we theretofore have tarried much, And mind hath strained upon the more, we seem In sleep not rarely to go at the same.
The lawyers seem to plead and cite decrees, Commanders they to fight and go at frays, Sailors to live in combat with the winds, And we ourselves indeed to make this book, And still to seek the nature of the world And set it down, when once discovered, here In these my country"s leaves. Thus all pursuits, All arts in general seem in sleeps to mock And master the minds of men. And whosoever Day after day for long to games have given Attention undivided, still they keep (As oft we note), even when they"ve ceased to grasp Those games with their own senses, open paths Within the mind wherethrough the idol-films Of just those games can come. And thus it is For many a day thereafter those appear Floating before the eyes, that even awake They think they view the dancers moving round Their supple limbs, and catch with both the ears The liquid song of harp and speaking chords, And view the same a.s.sembly on the seats, And manifold bright glories of the stage-- So great the influence of pursuit and zest, And of the affairs wherein "thas been the wont Of men to be engaged-nor only men, But soothly all the animals. Behold, Thou"lt see the st.u.r.dy horses, though outstretched, Yet sweating in their sleep, and panting ever, And straining utmost strength, as if for prize, As if, with barriers opened now...
And hounds of huntsmen oft in soft repose Yet toss asudden all their legs about, And growl and bark, and with their nostrils sniff The winds again, again, as though indeed They"d caught the scented foot-prints of wild beasts, And, even when wakened, often they pursue The phantom images of stags, as though They did perceive them fleeing on before, Until the illusion"s shaken off and dogs Come to themselves again. And fawning breed Of house-bred whelps do feel the sudden urge To shake their bodies and start from off the ground, As if beholding stranger-visages.
And ever the fiercer be the stock, the more In sleep the same is ever bound to rage.
But flee the divers tribes of birds and vex With sudden wings by night the groves of G.o.ds, When in their gentle slumbers they have dreamed Of hawks in chase, aswooping on for fight.
Again, the minds of mortals which perform With mighty motions mighty enterprises, Often in sleep will do and dare the same In manner like. Kings take the towns by storm, Succ.u.mb to capture, battle on the field, Raise a wild cry as if their throats were cut Even then and there. And many wrestle on And groan with pains, and fill all regions round With mighty cries and wild, as if then gnawed By fangs of panther or of lion fierce.
Many amid their slumbers talk about Their mighty enterprises, and have often Enough become the proof of their own crimes.
Many meet death; many, as if headlong From lofty mountains tumbling down to earth With all their frame, are frenzied in their fright; And after sleep, as if still mad in mind, They scarce come to, confounded as they are By ferment of their frame. The thirsty man, Likewise, he sits beside delightful spring Or river and gulpeth down with gaping throat Nigh the whole stream. And oft the innocent young, By sleep o"ermastered, think they lift their dress By pail or public jordan and then void The water filtered down their frame entire And drench the Babylonian coverlets, Magnificently bright. Again, those males Into the surging channels of whose years Now first has pa.s.sed the seed (engendered Within their members by the ripened days) Are in their sleep confronted from without By idol-images of some fair form-- Tidings of glorious face and lovely bloom, Which stir and goad the regions turgid now With seed abundant; so that, as it were With all the matter acted duly out, They pour the billows of a potent stream And stain their garment.
And as said before, That seed is roused in us when once ripe age Has made our body strong...
As divers causes give to divers things Impulse and irritation, so one force In human kind rouses the human seed To spurt from man. As soon as ever it issues, Forced from its first abodes, it pa.s.ses down In the whole body through the limbs and frame, Meeting in certain regions of our thews, And stirs amain the genitals of man.
The goaded regions swell with seed, and then Comes the delight to dart the same at what The mad desire so yearns, and body seeks That object, whence the mind by love is pierced.
For well-nigh each man falleth toward his wound, And our blood spurts even toward the spot from whence The stroke wherewith we are strook, and if indeed The foe be close, the red jet reaches him.
Thus, one who gets a stroke from Venus" shafts-- Whether a boy with limbs effeminate a.s.sault him, or a woman darting love From all her body--that one strains to get Even to the thing whereby he"s. .h.i.t, and longs To join with it and cast into its frame The fluid drawn even from within its own.
For the mute craving doth presage delight.
THE Pa.s.sION OF LOVE
This craving "tis that"s Venus unto us: From this, engender all the lures of love, From this, O first hath into human hearts Trickled that drop of joyance which ere long Is by chill care succeeded. Since, indeed, Though she thou lovest now be far away, Yet idol-images of her are near And the sweet name is floating in thy ear.
But it behooves to flee those images; And scare afar whatever feeds thy love; And turn elsewhere thy mind; and vent the sperm, Within thee gathered, into sundry bodies, Nor, with thy thoughts still busied with one love, Keep it for one delight, and so store up Care for thyself and pain inevitable.
For, lo, the ulcer just by nourishing Grows to more life with deep inveteracy, And day by day the fury swells aflame, And the woe waxes heavier day by day-- Unless thou dost destroy even by new blows The former wounds of love, and curest them While yet they"re fresh, by wandering freely round After the freely-wandering Venus, or Canst lead elsewhere the tumults of thy mind.
Nor doth that man who keeps away from love Yet lack the fruits of Venus; rather takes Those pleasures which are free of penalties.
For the delights of Venus, verily, Are more unmixed for mortals sane-of-soul Than for those sick-at-heart with love-pining.
Yea, in the very moment of possessing, Surges the heat of lovers to and fro, Restive, uncertain; and they cannot fix On what to first enjoy with eyes and hands.
The parts they sought for, those they squeeze so tight, And pain the creature"s body, close their teeth Often against her lips, and smite with kiss Mouth into mouth,--because this same delight Is not unmixed; and underneath are stings Which goad a man to hurt the very thing, Whate"er it be, from whence arise for him Those germs of madness. But with gentle touch Venus subdues the pangs in midst of love, And the admixture of a fondling joy Doth curb the bites of pa.s.sion. For they hope That by the very body whence they caught The heats of love their flames can be put out.
But nature protests "tis all quite otherwise; For this same love it is the one sole thing Of which, the more we have, the fiercer burns The breast with fell desire. For food and drink Are taken within our members; and, since they Can stop up certain parts, thus, easily Desire of water is glutted and of bread.
But, lo, from human face and lovely bloom Naught penetrates our frame to be enjoyed Save flimsy idol-images and vain-- A sorry hope which oft the winds disperse.
As when the thirsty man in slumber seeks To drink, and water ne"er is granted him Wherewith to quench the heat within his members, But after idols of the liquids strives And toils in vain, and thirsts even whilst he gulps In middle of the torrent, thus in love Venus deludes with idol-images The lovers. Nor they cannot sate their l.u.s.t By merely gazing on the bodies, nor They cannot with their palms and fingers rub Aught from each tender limb, the while they stray Uncertain over all the body. Then, At last, with members intertwined, when they Enjoy the flower of their age, when now Their bodies have sweet presage of keen joys, And Venus is about to sow the fields Of woman, greedily their frames they lock, And mingle the slaver of their mouths, and breathe Into each other, pressing teeth on mouths-- Yet to no purpose, since they"re powerless To rub off aught, or penetrate and pa.s.s With body entire into body--for oft They seem to strive and struggle thus to do; So eagerly they cling in Venus" bonds, Whilst melt away their members, overcome By violence of delight. But when at last l.u.s.t, gathered in the thews, hath spent itself, There come a brief pause in the raging heat-- But then a madness just the same returns And that old fury visits them again, When once again they seek and crave to reach They know not what, all powerless to find The artifice to subjugate the bane.
In such uncertain state they waste away With unseen wound.
To which be added too, They squander powers and with the travail wane; Be added too, they spend their futile years Under another"s beck and call; their duties Neglected languish and their honest name Reeleth sick, sick; and meantime their estates Are lost in Babylonian tapestries; And unguents and dainty Sicyonian shoes Laugh on her feet; and (as ye may be sure) Big emeralds of green light are set in gold; And rich sea-purple dress by constant wear Grows shabby and all soaked with Venus" sweat; And the well-earned ancestral property Becometh head-bands, coifs, and many a time The cloaks, or garments Alidensian Or of the Cean isle. And banquets, set With rarest cloth and viands, are prepared-- And games of chance, and many a drinking cup, And unguents, crowns and garlands. All in vain, Since from amid the well-spring of delights Bubbles some drop of bitter to torment Among the very flowers--when haply mind Gnaws into self, now stricken with remorse For slothful years and ruin in baudels, Or else because she"s left him all in doubt By launching some sly word, which still like fire Lives wildly, cleaving to his eager heart; Or else because he thinks she darts her eyes Too much about and gazes at another,-- And in her face sees traces of a laugh.
These ills are found in prospering love and true; But in crossed love and helpless there be such As through shut eyelids thou canst still take in-- Uncounted ills; so that "tis better far To watch beforehand, in the way I"ve shown, And guard against enticements. For to shun A fall into the hunting-snares of love Is not so hard, as to get out again, When tangled in the very nets, and burst The stoutly-knotted cords of Aphrodite.
Yet even when there enmeshed with tangled feet, Still canst thou scape the danger-lest indeed Thou standest in the way of thine own good, And overlookest first all blemishes Of mind and body of thy much preferred, Desirable dame. For so men do, Eyeless with pa.s.sion, and a.s.sign to them Graces not theirs in fact. And thus we see Creatures in many a wise crooked and ugly The prosperous sweethearts in a high esteem; And lovers gird each other and advise To placate Venus, since their friends are smit With a base pa.s.sion--miserable dupes Who seldom mark their own worst bane of all.
The black-skinned girl is "tawny like the honey"; The filthy and the fetid"s "negligee"; The cat-eyed she"s "a little Pallas," she; The sinewy and wizened"s "a gazelle"; The pudgy and the pigmy is "piquant, One of the Graces sure"; the big and bulky O she"s "an Admiration, imposante"; The stuttering and tongue-tied "sweetly lisps"; The mute girl"s "modest"; and the garrulous, The spiteful spit-fire, is "a sparkling wit"; And she who scarcely lives for scrawniness Becomes "a slender darling"; "delicate"
Is she who"s nearly dead of coughing-fit; The pursy female with protuberant b.r.e.a.s.t.s She is "like Ceres when the G.o.ddess gave Young Bacchus suck"; the pug-nosed lady-love "A Satyress, a feminine Silenus"; The blubber-lipped is "all one luscious kiss"-- A weary while it were to tell the whole.
But let her face possess what charm ye will, Let Venus" glory rise from all her limbs,-- Forsooth there still are others; and forsooth We lived before without her; and forsooth She does the same things--and we know she does-- All, as the ugly creature, and she scents, Yes she, her wretched self with vile perfumes; Whom even her handmaids flee and giggle at Behind her back. But he, the lover, in tears Because shut out, covers her threshold o"er Often with flowers and garlands, and anoints Her haughty door-posts with the marjoram, And prints, poor fellow, kisses on the doors-- Admitted at last, if haply but one whiff Got to him on approaching, he would seek Decent excuses to go out forthwith; And his lament, long pondered, then would fall Down at his heels; and there he"d d.a.m.n himself For his fatuity, observing how He had a.s.signed to that same lady more-- Than it is proper to concede to mortals.
And these our Venuses are "ware of this.
Wherefore the more are they at pains to hide All the-behind-the-scenes of life from those Whom they desire to keep in bonds of love-- In vain, since ne"ertheless thou canst by thought Drag all the matter forth into the light And well search out the cause of all these smiles; And if of graceful mind she be and kind, Do thou, in thy turn, overlook the same, And thus allow for poor mortality.
Nor sighs the woman always with feigned love, Who links her body round man"s body locked And holds him fast, making his kisses wet With lips sucked into lips; for oft she acts Even from desire, and, seeking mutual joys, Incites him there to run love"s race-course through.