i found these lines back when i was in college while reading old issues of the ny times review of books at the up main lib. they struck me then and they still remain meaningful to me now. horace wrote them in 13 BCE.
tell me my ligurinus
why do these reluctant flowing tears
surprise these dry cheeks
and my fluent tongue stumble
in unbecoming silences
among syllables
in dreams at night i hold you in my arms
or toil behind your flight across the martian field
or chase through yielding waves
the boy who will not yield