|Decimus Magnus Ausonius|
The online Encyclopedia Britannica refers dismissively to Ausonius as a "Latin poet and rhetorician interesting chiefly for his preoccupation with the provincial scene of his native Gaul." Anna Pearl MacVay, in an old issue of The Classical Weekly (Vol. 5, No. 7: Nov. 25, 1911), is more generous and more accurate, at least so it seems to me: "No other classic writer so felt the subtle charm which nature has for modern eyes." The epigram that caught my eye isn't about nature, though, but the nature of a particular kind of love:
Uxor, vivamus quod viximus, et teneamusIn "Ausonius' Elegiac Wife: Epigram 20 and the Traditions of Latin Love Poetry," an article by R. Sklenár in Classical Journal (101.1: 51–62) devoted to this poem, the author remarks that Ausonius later wrote an elegy for his wife, whose name was Sabina, in which he notes that she died at age twenty-seven. How strange to feel a pang of sorrow for this long dead man ("interesting chiefly ... [etcetera]") and his young wife!
nomina quae primo sumpsimus in thalamo,
nec ferat ulla dies ut commutemur in aevo,
quin tibi sim iuvenis tuque puella mihi.
Nestore sim quamvis provectior aemulaque annis
vincas Cumanam tu quoque Deiphoben,
nos ignoremus quid sit matura senectus:Joseph
scire aevi meritum, non numerare decet.
Sweet wife, let’s live as we lived, and keep
the names we whispered in our wedding bed.
As time goes by, let’s keep change at bay:
I’ll go on as your boy, you’ll be my girl.
Even if I live longer than Nestor, and you
the Cumaean Sibyl, let’s ripen but refuse
to age. Better to know what age is worth
than waste time counting down the years.
It's the pathos of that number, twenty-seven, that made me want to hear his poem in my own English.