Elegy For Tibullus Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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If Memnon's mother mourned Achilles's mother mournedA
and our sad fates can touch great goddessesB
then weep and loose your hair in grief you never earnedC
Elegy now ah too much like your nameD
That bard whose work was yours who gave you fame TibullusB
burns on the mounded pyre a lifeless corpseB
See Venus's boy bearing his quiver upside downE
his bow is broken and his torch is quenchedC
look how he goes dejected his wings trail on the groundC
he smites his naked breast with violent handC
his tears dampen the curls that fall around his neckF
and heaving sobs keep breaking on his lipsB
Just so he went out fair Iulus from your houseB
they say at his brother Aeneas's funeralG
No less was Venus stunned by her Tibullus's deathH
than when the fierce boar smote her lover's thighI
They say we bards are sacred favorites of the godsB
and even that there's something holy in usB
but that churl Death defiles every sacred thingJ
his shadowy hand appropriates us allK
Was Orpheus saved by his father and mother who were godsB
or by his songs that tamed the astonished beastsB
They say that that same father sang 'Linos Ai Linos 'L
deep in the woods on his reluctant lyreM
And Homer too from whom as from an endless fountC
bards' lips are moistened with the Muses' watersB
one last day pulled him under Avernus's murky waveN
his songs alone escaped the greedy pyreO
The work of bards endures Troy's famous sufferingsB
and the endless shroud undone by nightly fraudC
So Nemesis and Delia both their names will liveP
the one his first the one his latest loveQ
But what use now your rites What use the Egyptian rattleG
What use to have slept alone in an empty bedC
When harsh fate steals away the good forgive my wordsB
I almost want to believe there are no godsB
Live virtuous you will die Respect the gods grim DeathH
will drag you from their altars to your graveN
Write glorious verse and see here Tibullus liesB
one small urn holds the dust of what he wasB
Is it you the blazing pyre bears off O sacred bardC
not dreading to be fed upon your breastC
Flames that dare so great a blasphemy would burnR
the golden temples of the blessed godsB
She turned aside her gaze who rules Mt Eryx's heightsB
and some say she could not restrain her tearsB
And yet it's better thus than if Phaeacia's landC
had strewn mere dirt on your neglected graveN
Here as you fled life your mother closed your streamingJ
eyes and brought her last gifts to your ashesB
Here your sister joined your mother in her griefS
and came with loosened hair all disarrayedC
And with their kisses Nemesis and your first loveQ
joined theirs and did not leave your pyre forsakenT
and Delia as she left said 'Happier far your loveQ
for me you lived while I was still your flame 'L
'Why ' Nemesis replied 'do you grieve for my lossB
Dying he clutched me with his failing hand 'L
If anything remains of us but name and shadeC
Elysium's vale will be Tibullus's homeU
and you will greet him learned Catullus ivy boundC
on your young brow with Calvus at your sideC
and you if it is false that you betrayed your friendC
Gallus careless of your blood and soulV
These shades will be your comrades if any shades there areW
you have joined the blessed elegant TibullusB
May your bones find repose within their sheltering urnR
and may earth not lie heavy on your ashesB
-
translated from the Latin by Jon CorelisB

Ovid



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