Evening comes, my goats. Go home replete.
I'll rest a while to stir this nest of flames
And breathe upon the embers of my dreams.
The sparks still rise for me to contemplate
And rhythms form in subtle, smoky curls.
I need to sing before the fire fails.
Evening comes. My goats go home... replete.
I huddle in my coat of wool and smile
To hear your cadenced bleats in single file
Resound as you tread down towards the lower gate,
The slopes of chamomile and thyme, so deep
And thick with scent and softer than my sleep.
ahhh...yes. The fatigue of a day's end released even as the smoke of the fire curls to the heavens. What a universal and timeless evocation so exquisitely captured in this verse. Yes, it does resonate so well with me, as I have spent many a wonderfully contemplative spell tending the embers of countless fires. Thank you for the beautiful recall of such treasured moments.
These were my reflections on the last few lines of Virgil's 10th and last Eclogue. The goats going down the slopes in the evening symbolised the fact that Virgil had just completed a series of poem. I think we have mixed feelings of relief and sadness when a work is finished. I tried to reflect that in my tribute to Virgil, a wise and deeply contemplative man.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Tom I fell in love with this poem...the ancient contemplation in the stirring of embers.....the contentedness of well-being (man and beast) ...the rich herbal scents on the journey home....10+++ and in my favorites
It was originally titled Ite Domum Saturae which is Latin for Go home replete. It is a poem about the Latin poet Virgil and in particular his 10th Eclogue, which in my opinion contains Poetry's greatest ever line... Omnia vincit Amor et nos cedamus amori! Love conquers all and we must yield to love. I think the Latin Title put people off as nobody read it! So I changed the title! Virgil's poem is somewhat like a letter to his friend and fellow poet, Gallus, who is having woman trouble. His girl friend, formerly attached to Mark Antony, has suddenly become an Army grouplie and buzzed off to the Rhineland border of the Roman Empire. Gallus is at his wit's end so Virgil tries to sort it out. but he is wise enough to realise you can't cure love so he reflects upon it in the evening as he tends his goats. My poem is an attempt to imagine his feelings. The 10th Eclogue is the last of a sequence and I'm sure we all have this panic of What do I do next! The goats going down to the lower pastures is symbolic of his completion of this poetic sequence. Read as a whole the Eclogues give an impression of a very wise and kind man.