Posted by: W. E. Poplaski | August 18, 2008

POEM OF THE DAY: Pluck the Day

by Horace (65 BCE – 8 BCE).

 

Pluck the Day

 

Don’t seek, my friend, we cannot say

what end’s in store for you, for me:

don’t trust in vague astrology,

Better to shoulder what will be,

whether you soon will die, or stay

to watch the shore exhaust the sea.

So drink some wine while your hours flee,

put small trust in posterity,

and prune your hopes; but pluck the day.

 

Notes:

http://www.kirjasto.sci.fi/horatius.htm

http://www.theatredatabase.com/ancient/horace_001.html


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