Poem of exile

I alone have been dispatched to the Danube’s outflow
to shiver beneath the dead weight of northern skies
only the river (scant barrier!) lies between me and countless
barbarian hordes. Although
other men have been exiled by you for graver offenses
none was packed further off:
beyond here lies nothing but chillness, hostility, frozen
waves of an ice-hard sea.

Ovid, Poems of Exile