The Erotic Poems

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This collection of Ovid’s poems deals with the whole spectrum of sexual desire, ranging from deeply emotional declarations of eternal devotion to flippant arguments for promiscuity. In the Amores, Ovid addresses himself in a series of elegies to Corinna, his beautiful, elusive mistress. The intimate and vulnerable nature of the poet revealed in these early poems vanishes in the notorious Art of Love, in which he provides a knowing and witty guide to sexual conquest – a work whose alleged obscenity led to Ovid’s banishment from Rome in AD 8. This volume also includes the “Cures for Love,” with instructions on how to terminate a love affair, and “On Facial Treatment for Ladies,” an incomplete poem on the art of cosmetics.

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Preface and Acknowledgments
Introduction

The Amores
The Art of Love
Cures for Love
On Facial Treatment for Ladies

Notes and References
Select Reading List

Ovid (43 BC-AD 17) was born in central Italy. He was sent to Rome where he realised that his talent lay with poetry rather than with politics. His first published work was ‘Amores’, a collection of short love poems. He was expelled in A.D. 8 by Emperor Augustus for an unknown reason and went to Tomis on the Black Sea, where he died.The Art of Love
Book 1

Should anyone here in Rome lack finesse at love-making,
let him
Try me—read my book; and results are guaranteed!
Technique is the secret. Charioteer, sailor, oarsman,
All need it. Technique can control
Love himself. As Automedon was charioteer to Achilles,
And Tiphys Jason’s steersman, so I,
By Venus’ appointment, am made Love’s artificer, shall be
Known as
The Tiphys, the very Automedon of Love.
He’s a wild handful, will often rebel against me,
But still just a child—
Malleable, easily disciplined. Chiron made young Achilles
A fine musician, hammered that fierce heart
On the anvil of peaceful artistry. So this future terror
To friend and foe alike went in awe, it’s said,
Of his elderly teacher, at whose bidding the hand that in after-
Time bore down Hector was held out for the tawse.
As Chiron taught Achilles, so I am Love’s preceptor:
Wild boys both, both goddess-born—and yet
Even bulls can be broken to plough, or spirited horses
Subdued with bridle and bit.
So love shall likewise own my mastery, though his bowshots
Skewer my breast, though his torch
Flicker and sear me. The worse the wounds, the deeper the branding,
That much keener I to avenge
Such outrage. Nor shall I falsely ascribe my arts to Apollo:
No airy bird comes twittering advice
Into my eat, I never had a vision of the Muses
Herding sheep in Ascra’s valleys. This work is based
On experience: what I write, believe me, I have practiced.
My poem will deal in truth.

Aid my enterprise, Venus! Respectable ladies, the kind who
Wear hairbands and ankle-length skirts,
Are hereby warned off. Safe love, legitimate liaisons
Will be my theme. This poem breaks no taboos.
First, then, you fledging troopers in passion’s service,
Comes the task of finding an object for your love.
Next, you must labour to woo and win your lady;
Thirdly, ensure that the affair will last.
Such are my limitations, such the ground I will cover,
The race I propose to run.

While you are fancy-free still, and can drive at leisure,
Pick a girl, tell her, “you’re the one I love.
And only you.’ But this search means using your eyes: a
mistress
Won’t drop out of the sky at your fee.
A hunter’s skilled where to spread his nets for the stag, senses
In which glen the wild boar lurks.
A fowler’s familiar with copses, an expert angler
Knows the richest shoaling-grounds for fish.
You too, so keen to establish some long term relationship,
Must learn, first, where girl is to be found.
Your search need not take you—belueve me—on an overseas
voyage:
A short enough trek will bring you to your goal.
True, Perseus fetched home Andromeda from the coloured
Indies,
While Phrygian Paris abducted Helen in Greece,
But Rome can boast of so many and such dazzling beauties
You’d swear the whole world’s talent was gathered here.
The girls of your city outnumber Gargara’s wheatsheaves,
Methymna’s grape-clusters,
Birds on the bough, stars in the sky, fish in the ocean:
Venus indeed still haunts
Her son Aeneas’ foundation. If you like budding adolescents
Any number of (guaranteed) maidens are here to delight
Your roving eye. Your prefer young women? They’ll charm you
By the thousand, you won’t know which to choose.
And if you happen to fancy a more mature, experienced
Age-group, believe me, they show up in droves.

Here’s what to do. When the sun’s on the back of Hercules’
Lion, stroll down some shady colonnade,
Pompey’s, say, or Octavia’s (for her dead son Marcellus:
Extravagant marble facings, R.I.P.),
Or Livia’s, with its gallery of genuine Old Masters,
Or the Danaids’ Portico (note
The artwork: Danaus’ daughters plotting mischief for their cousins,
Father attitudinizing with drawn sword).
Don’t miss the shrine of Adonis, mourned by Venus,
Or the synagogue—Syrian Jews
Worship there each Sabbath—or the linen-clad heifer-goddess’s
Memphian temple: Io makes many a maid what she
Was to Jove. The very courts are hunting-grounds for passion;
Amid lawyers’ rebuttals love will often be found.
Here, where under Venus’ marble temple the Appian
Fountain pulses its jets high in the air,
Your jurisconsult’s entrapped by love’s beguilements—
Counsel to others, he cannot advise himself.
Here, all too often, words fail the most eloquent pleader,
And a new sort of case comes on—his own. He must
Defend himself for a change, while Venus in her nearby
Temple snickers at this reversal of roles.

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