Poemul de miercuri - Ode I.11 Horace

Adrian Ghenie Forest landscape with fire

Carpe diem... dar si o viziune pentru a rezista izolarii:

Tu ne quaesieris (scire nefas) quem mihi, quem tibi
finem di dederint, Leuconoe, nec Babylonios
temptaris numeros. Vt melius quicquid erit pati !
Seu pluris hiemes seu tribuit Iuppiter ultimam,

quae nunc oppositis debilitat pumicibus mare
Tyrrhenum, sapias, uina liques et spatio breui
spem longam reseces. Dum loquimur, fugerit inuida
aetas : carpe diem, quam minimum credula postero.

Leucon, no one’s allowed to know his fate, 

Not you, not me: don’t ask, don’t hunt for answers 

In tea leaves or palms. Be patient with whatever comes. 

This could be our last winter, it could be many 

More, pounding the Tuscan Sea on these rocks: 

Do what you must, be wise, cut your vines 

And forget about hope. Time goes running, even 

As we talk. Take the present, the future’s no one’s affair.

Translation Burton Raffel.