And now to what remains!- Since I've resolved 
By what arrangements all things come to pass 
Through the blue regions of the mighty world,- 
How we can know what energy and cause 
Started the various courses of the sun 
And the moon's goings, and by what far means 
They can succumb, the while with thwarted light, 
And veil with shade the unsuspecting lands, 
When, as it were, they blink, and then again 
With open eye survey all regions wide, 
Resplendent with white radiance- I do now 
Return unto the world's primeval age 
And tell what first the soft young fields of earth 
With earliest parturition had decreed 
To raise in air unto the shores of light 
And to entrust unto the wayward winds. 
In the beginning, earth gave forth, around 
The hills and over all the length of plains, 
The race of grasses and the shining green; 
The flowery meadows sparkled all aglow 
With greening colour, and thereafter, lo, 
Unto the divers kinds of trees was given 
An emulous impulse mightily to shoot, 
With a free rein, aloft into the air. 
As feathers and hairs and bristles are begot 
The first on members of the four-foot breeds 
And on the bodies of the strong-y-winged, 
Thus then the new Earth first of all put forth 
Grasses and shrubs, and afterward begat 
The mortal generations, there upsprung- 
Innumerable in modes innumerable- 
After diverging fashions. For from sky 
These breathing-creatures never can have dropped, 
Nor the land-dwellers ever have come up 
Out of sea-pools of salt. How true remains, 
How merited is that adopted name 
Of earth- "The Mother!"- since from out the earth 
Are all begotten. And even now arise 
From out the loams how many living things- 
Concreted by the rains and heat of the sun. 
Wherefore 'tis less a marvel, if they sprang 
In Long Ago more many, and more big, 
Matured of those days in the fresh young years 
Of earth and ether. First of all, the race 
Of the winged ones and parti-coloured birds, 
Hatched out in spring-time, left their eggs behind; 
As now-a-days in summer tree-crickets 
Do leave their shiny husks of own accord, 
Seeking their food and living. Then it was 
This earth of thine first gave unto the day 
The mortal generations; for prevailed 
Among the fields abounding hot and wet. 
And hence, where any fitting spot was given, 
There 'gan to grow womb-cavities, by roots 
Affixed to earth. And when in ripened time 
The age of the young within (that sought the air 
And fled earth's damps) had burst these wombs, O then 
Would Nature thither turn the pores of earth 
And make her spurt from open veins a juice 
Like unto milk; even as a woman now 
Is filled, at child-bearing, with the sweet milk, 
Because all that swift stream of aliment 
Is thither turned unto the mother-breasts. 
There earth would furnish to the children food; 
Warmth was their swaddling cloth, the grass their bed 
Abounding in soft down. Earth's newness then 
Would rouse no dour spells of the bitter cold, 
Nor extreme heats nor winds of mighty powers- 
For all things grow and gather strength through time 
In like proportions; and then earth was young. 
Wherefore, again, again, how merited 
Is that adopted name of Earth- The Mother!- 
Since she herself begat the human race, 
And at one well-nigh fixed time brought forth 
Each breast that ranges raving round about 
Upon the mighty mountains and all birds 
Aerial with many a varied shape. 
But, lo, because her bearing years must end, 
She ceased, like to a woman worn by eld. 
For lapsing aeons change the nature of 
The whole wide world, and all things needs must take 
One status after other, nor aught persists 
Forever like itself. All things depart; 
Nature she changeth all, compelleth all 
To transformation. Lo, this moulders down, 
A-slack with weary eld, and that, again, 
Prospers in glory, issuing from contempt. 
In suchwise, then, the lapsing aeons change 
The nature of the whole wide world, and earth 
Taketh one status after other. And what 
She bore of old, she now can bear no longer, 
And what she never bore, she can to-day. 
In those days also the telluric world 
Strove to beget the monsters that upsprung 
With their astounding visages and limbs- 
The Man-woman- a thing betwixt the twain, 
Yet neither, and from either sex remote- 
Some gruesome Boggles orphaned of the feet, 
Some widowed of the hands, dumb Horrors too 
Without a mouth, or blind Ones of no eye, 
Or Bulks all shackled by their legs and arms 
Cleaving unto the body fore and aft, 
Thuswise, that never could they do or go, 
Nor shun disaster, nor take the good they would. 
And other prodigies and monsters earth 
Was then begetting of this sort- in vain, 
Since Nature banned with horror their increase, 
And powerless were they to reach unto 
The coveted flower of fair maturity, 
Or to find aliment, or to intertwine 
In works of Venus. For we see there must 
Concur in life conditions manifold, 
If life is ever by begetting life 
To forge the generations one by one: 
First, foods must be; and, next, a path whereby 
The seeds of impregnation in the frame 
May ooze, released from the members all; 
Last, the possession of those instruments 
Whereby the male with female can unite, 
The one with other in mutual ravishments. 
And in the ages after monsters died, 
Perforce there perished many a stock, unable 
By propagation to forge a progeny. 
For whatsoever creatures thou beholdest 
Breathing the breath of life, the same have been 
Even from their earliest age preserved alive 
By cunning, or by valour, or at least 
By speed of foot or wing. And many a stock 
Remaineth yet, because of use to man, 
And so committed to man's guardianship. 
Valour hath saved alive fierce lion-breeds 
And many another terrorizing race, 
Cunning the foxes, flight the antlered stags. 
Light-sleeping dogs with faithful heart in breast, 
However, and every kind begot from seed 
Of beasts of draft, as, too, the woolly flocks 
And horned cattle, all, my Memmius, 
Have been committed to guardianship of men. 
For anxiously they fled the savage beasts, 
And peace they sought and their abundant foods, 
Obtained with never labours of their own, 
Which we secure to them as fit rewards 
For their good service. But those beasts to whom 
Nature has granted naught of these same things- 
Beasts quite unfit by own free will to thrive 
And vain for any service unto us 
In thanks for which we should permit their kind 
To feed and be in our protection safe- 
Those, of a truth, were wont to be exposed, 
Enshackled in the gruesome bonds of doom, 
As prey and booty for the rest, until 
Nature reduced that stock to utter death. 
But Centaurs ne'er have been, nor can there be 
Creatures of twofold stock and double frame, 
Compact of members alien in kind, 
Yet formed with equal function, equal force 
In every bodily part- a fact thou mayst, 
However dull thy wits, well learn from this: 
The horse, when his three years have rolled away, 
Flowers in his prime of vigour; but the boy 
Not so, for oft even then he gropes in sleep 
After the milky nipples of the breasts, 
An infant still. And later, when at last 
The lusty powers of horses and stout limbs, 
Now weak through lapsing life, do fail with age, 
Lo, only then doth youth with flowering years 
Begin for boys, and clothe their ruddy cheeks 
With the soft down. So never deem, percase, 
That from a man and from the seed of horse, 
The beast of draft, can Centaurs be composed 
Or e'er exist alive, nor Scyllas be- 
The half-fish bodies girdled with mad dogs- 
Nor others of this sort, in whom we mark 
Members discordant each with each; for ne'er 
At one same time they reach their flower of age 
Or gain and lose full vigour of their frame, 
And never burn with one same lust of love, 
And never in their habits they agree, 
Nor find the same foods equally delightsome- 
Sooth, as one oft may see the bearded goats 
Batten upon the hemlock which to man 
Is violent poison. Once again, since flame 
Is wont to scorch and burn the tawny bulks 
Of the great lions as much as other kinds 
Of flesh and blood existing in the lands, 
How could it be that she, Chimaera lone, 
With triple body- fore, a lion she; 
And aft, a dragon; and betwixt, a goat- 
Might at the mouth from out the body belch 
Infuriate flame? Wherefore, the man who feigns 
Such beings could have been engendered 
When earth was new and the young sky was fresh 
(Basing his empty argument on new) 
May babble with like reason many whims 
Into our ears: he'll say, perhaps, that then 
Rivers of gold through every landscape flowed, 
That trees were wont with precious stones to flower, 
Or that in those far aeons man was born 
With such gigantic length and lift of limbs 
As to be able, based upon his feet, 
Deep oceans to bestride; or with his hands 
To whirl the firmament around his head. 
For though in earth were many seeds of things 
In the old time when this telluric world 
First poured the breeds of animals abroad, 
Still that is nothing of a sign that then 
Such hybrid creatures could have been begot 
And limbs of all beasts heterogeneous 
Have been together knit; because, indeed, 
The divers kinds of grasses and the grains 
And the delightsome trees- which even now 
Spring up abounding from within the earth- 
Can still ne'er be begotten with their stems 
Begrafted into one; but each sole thing 
Proceeds according to its proper wont 
And all conserve their own distinctions based 
In Nature's fixed decree.


 



