Ovid, Ex Ponto

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Ovid

Liber Tertius

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Aequor Iasonio pulsatum remige primum, quaeque nec hoste fero nec nive, terra, cares, ecquod erit tempus quo vos ego Naso relinquam in minus hostili iussus abesse loco? 5an mihi barbaria vivendum semper in ista, inque Tomitana condar oportet humo? pace tua, si pax ulla est tua, Pontica tellus, finitimus rapido quam terit hostis equo, pace tua dixisse velim, tu pessima duro 10pars es in exilio, tu mala nostra gravas. tu neque ver sentis cinctum florente corona, tu neque messorum corpora nuda vides. nec tibi pampineas autumnus porrigit uvas: cuncta sed inmodicum tempora frigus habet.1 15tu glacie freta vincta tenes,2 et in aequore piscis inclusus tecta saepe natavit aqua. nec tibi sunt fontes, laticis nisi paene marini, qui potus dubium sistat alatne sitim. rara, neque haec felix, in apertis eminet arvis 20arbor, et in terra est altera forma maris.

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Ex Ponto, III

Book III

I. To his Wife

O sea first lashed by Jason’s oars, O land never free from cruel enemies and snows, will a time ever come when I, Naso, shall leave you, bidden to an exile in a place less hostile? Or must I ever live in such a barbaric land, am I destined to be laid in my grave in the soil of Tomis? With peace from thee1—if any peace thou hast—O land of Pontus, ever trodden by the swift horses of a neighbouring foe,—with peace from thee would I say: thou art the worse element in my hard exile, thou dost increase the weight of my misfortunes. Thou neither feelest spring girt with wreaths of flowers nor beholdest the reaper’s naked bodies; to thee autumn extends no clusters of grapes; but all seasons are in the grip of excessive cold. Thou holdest the flood ice-bound, and in the sea the fishes often swim in water enclosed beneath a roof. Thou hast no springs except those almost of sea water; quaff them, and doubt whether thirst is allayed or increased. Seldom is there a tree—and that unproductive—rising in the open fields, and the land is but the sea

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DOI: 10.4159/DLCL.ovid-ex_ponto.1924