Snow falls…

 

Today I’m looking out at a slate-grey sky and snow that’s streaking horizontally past the window. My feet are only just starting to thaw out, painfully, after surviving the school run (and yes, it was a run) in a blizzard. As always, I turn to the ancient world for sympathy: because the sensations of cold soggy feet and snow down the back of your neck are nothing new.

My first resort is Ovid, of course. Ovid knew what it was like to be cold and miserable, and as the most celebrated poet of his generation, nobody was better qualified to whinge about it. Tristia 3.10, part of Ovid’s extended lament about his exile to Tomis on the Black Sea, is one of his most eloquent rants about barbarian weather.

‘Snow falls…’ he begins, ‘nix iacet’ (literally ‘snow is lying’, but ‘snow falls’ may be more appropriate in the context of this line) …

 

Snow falls, and, once fallen, no rain or sunlight melts it,

since the north wind, freezing, makes it permanent.

 

Yes, we’ve had that this week in the north east of England: my route down the hill to the chip shop didn’t thaw last night, so today’s snow has made it almost too hazardous to chance. Almost…

 

The power of Aquilo’s northern gales is such

it razes high towers, and blows away the roofs.

 

Well, we’ve lost a couple of roof tiles, but the wind hasn’t yet razed the high towers of the pub at the top of the hill, so Ovid definitely has the edge on misery in that respect.

 

Men keep out the dreadful cold with sewn trousers

and furs: the face alone appears of the whole body.

 

Check: we’ve got that too, as long as tracksuit bottoms count as ‘sewn trousers’. Of course, round here the fashion is more for puffa jackets than for furs: but other than that, it’s just like being in Tomis.

 

Often their hair tinkles with hanging icicles,

and their beards gleam white with a coat of frost.

 

Ah – no, I haven’t seen any tinkling hair-icicles this week. But the aforementioned puffa jackets provide a strong defense against frozen hair, a defense unknown to the Sarmatian tribes of the Black Sea. I also haven’t noticed any frosty beards: but I have spotted a number of people kicking frosty cars that won’t start, so perhaps that’s the modern-day equivalent.

 

Wine stands exposed, holding the shape of the jar,

and they don’t drink draughts of mead, but frozen lumps.

 

I’m on my way to try this. If I leave my bottle of wine outside in the snow for a while, will it freeze? If frozen, will it be nice to eat? And is there any way of smashing the bottle off the outside of the frozen wine without smashing the frozen wine itself? Hours of fun, and a drinking game to boot. Thank you, Ovid: my evening is starting to look up!

 

So when you look out at the snow tomorrow, quote to yourself: nix iacet (Ovid, Tristia 3.10.14). Granted, you’ll be pointing out the obvious – but you’ll be doing it in literary Latin!

 

Cora Beth Knowles

 

 

 

Further Snow Reading

 

On Ovid:

 

A nice translation of Ovid’s Tristia: A.S. Kline, Poetry in Translation https://www.poetryintranslation.com/PITBR/Latin/OvidTristiaBkThree.php#anchor_Toc34217041

You can find the Latin here: http://www.perseus.tufts.edu/hopper/text?doc=Perseus%3Atext%3A2008.01.0492%3Abook%3D3%3Apoem%3D10

 

Evans, Harry B. “Winter and Warfare in Ovid’s Tomis.” The Classical Journal vol. 70, no. 3 (1975): 1-9.

Gahan, John J. “Ovid: The Poet in Winter.” The Classical Journal vol. 73 no. 3. (1978): 198-202.

 

 

On ancient snow vocabulary and snow literature:

 

https://sententiaeantiquae.com/2018/01/04/snow-struck-ancient-greek-for-our-current-pain/

 

https://sententiaeantiquae.com/2018/01/04/snow-always-falls-more-passages-on-snow-for-the-stranded/

 

 

And for simply watching snow…

 

http://meteoradar.co.uk/realtime-rainradar

 

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2 thoughts on “Snow falls…

  1. nix, nivis, nivi, nivem, nive, nix… Never imagined learning this declension!

    Here are a few funny quotes I found through the Loeb Classical Library. Firstly, Seneca complaining about luxury and wasting money on snow (with our home refrigerators we are all profligates by his standards!)

    “When we investigate how snow is formed (quomodo nix fiat) and we say that it has properties similar to frost, that there is more air than water in it, do you not think that this is a reproach to people who, while it is a disgrace to buy water, do not even get water for their money but mostly air?”
    (Seneca, Natural Questions, 13.2)

    What colour is snow? Rather than jumping to conclusions based on faulty empirical senses, try following Anaxagoras’ impeccable logical reasoning…

    “Anaxagoras opposed to snow being white that snow (ἡ χιὼν) is frozen water, that water is black, and hence that snow is black.”
    (Sextus Empiricus, Outlines of Pyrrhonism, 1.33)

    Not convinced? Let’s try consulting Aristotle on the matter, then. I’m not sure I follow him exactly, but he seems to be suggesting that snow is broken bits of cloud?!?!

    “Snow occurs when well-condensed clouds break up and split before the formation of water: the split causes the foamy and brilliantly white condition of the snow.”

    (Aristotle, On The Cosmos, 394a 34)

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