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<span class="title">Refractions</span>, 1981 <span class="limited">limited edition</span><p>
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<strong>Horace</strong> <em>Liber iv, Carmen vii</em><p>The snows have melted, the grass renews the fields,<br><span class="poemindent">the trees are green again;</span><br>change succeeds change on earth, and now more calmly<br><span class="poemindent">the streams flow past their banks.</span><p>Naked, the Nymphs and Graces dance their rounds,<br><span class="poemindent">but the year, the hurried hour</span><br>snatching from us each lovely day, give warning: do not hope<br><span class="poemindent">for immortality.</span><p>The cold eases to the western winds, spring gives way<br><span class="poemindent">to summer, which in turn must die</span><br>when fruit-bearing autumn has achieved the harvest—then<br><span class="poemindent">motionless winter returns.</span><p>The moon swift-changing in the sky regains her losses<br><span class="poemindent">but we, when we have fallen</span><br>where good Aeneas is, and Ancus and rich Tullus,<br><span class="poemindent">are only dust and shadow.</span><p>Who know whether the gods will add a tomorrow<br><span class="poemindent">to what we have today?</span><br>Everything you give your own dear self will be saved<br><span class="poemindent">from grasping hands of your heir.</span><p>Once you are dead and over you Minos has uttered<br><span class="poemindent">his notable verdict,</span><br>then, Torquatus, not family, nor eloquence, nor goodness<br><span class="poemindent">itself shall bring you back.</span><p>Diana may not release her chaste Hippolytus<br><span class="poemindent">from darkness down below,</span><br>nor has Theseus strength to burst the chains that bind<br><span class="poemindent">his dear and loyal friend.</span><p>
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