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This poem is taken from PN Review 6, Volume 5 Number 2, January - March 1979.

from An Explanation of America Robert Pinsky

TO MY DAUGHTER

HORACE, Epistulæ I, xvi

The poet Horace, writing to a friend
About his Sabine farm and other matters,
Implies his answer about aspiration
Within the prison of empire or republic:

"Dear Quinctius:
                I'll tell you a little about
My farm-in case you ever happen to wonder
About the place: as, what I make in grain,
Or if I'm getting rich on olives, apples,
Timber or pasture.
                   There are hills, unbroken
Except for one soft valley, cut at an angle
That sweetens the climate, because it takes the sun
All morning on its right slope, until the left
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