Friday, 4 November 2016

Titus Lucretius Carus

No single thing abides, but all things flow.

Fragment to fragment clings; the things thus grow

Until we know and name them. By degrees

They melt, and are no more the things we know.


Globed from the atoms, falling slow or swift

I see the suns, I see the systems lift

Their forms ; and even the systems and their suns

Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.


Thou too, O Earth—thine empires, lands and seas

Least, with thy stars, of all the galaxies,

Globed from the drift like these, like these thou too

Shalt go. Thou art going, hour by hour, like these.


Nothing abides. Thy seas in delicate haze

Go off ; those mooned sands forsake their place;

And where they are shall other seas in turn

Mow with their scythes of whiteness other bays.


From De rerum natura (On the Nature of Things)

Titus Lucretius Carus (c. 99 BC – c. 55 BC)


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