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Ode IX by Horace (Soracte)
Ode IX by Horace (Soracte)
see Soracte
standing white
in deep
snow
the woods
bending
under it
and streams
stiff
with harsh
ice
do not ask
what tomorrow
will bring
however many
days fate allows
count them all
as profit
and do not
forego
dancing
and sweet affairs
as long as
creaking age
is distant
from your limbs
now let parks
and squares
be sought again
and intimate
whispers at
evening's
appointed
hour