Horace Odes One Eight

By | 2 February 2001

Explain, Lydia, by all
That is fair and just, why you destroy Sybaris
with love; why he, a man
who lives for sun and sand, avoids the playing tracks.
Why is he seen no more
With his equals in pride, on a Howqua stallion,
reining in with sharp bites?
What makes him afraid of his thirty laps. Why does he
shun massage oil
As if it were taipan venom and no longer shows bruises
on limbs, who pulled weights
And could spearhead shots further than anyone alive?
Why does he sulk
Like some famous wimp before his major encounter, afraid
to be seen in his right colours
Less it mean being forced to face facts
and take the heat?

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