On this day (July, 10th) in 138 AD, Hadrian died following a heart failure at Baiae on the Bay of Naples.
He lived 62 years, 5 months, 17 days. He reigned for 20 years, 11 months.
According to Dio Cassius, Hadrian became ill in 136 AD when he was 60 years old. The nosebleeds, from which he had long suffered, intensified, and he began to despair of his life.
“He now began to be sick; for he had been subject even before this to a flow of blood from the nostrils, and at this time it became distinctly more copious. He therefore despaired of his life […].” Cassius Dio, Roman history 69.17.1
In 138 AD, Hadrian’s clinical condition had worsened and he often desired to kill himself.
” […] he was constantly growing worse and might be said to be dying day by day, he began to long for death; and often he would ask for poison or a sword, but no one would give them to him.” Cassius Dio, Roman history 69.22.1
Cassius Dio reported that the cause of Hadrian’s death was a heart failure. This diagnosis is supported by the bilateral diagonal ear creases on Hadrian’s portraiture. Sculpted portraits of Hadrian show a remarkably naturalistic detail; a deep, bilateral diagonal crease in both earlobes. Many scientists believe that earlobe creases are linked to coronary artery diseases. The creases are caused by the collapse of blood vessels in the earlobe, one of the symptoms of the disease.
Hadrian spent the last moments of his life dictating verses addressed to his soul. According to the Historia Augusta, Hadrian composed the following poem shortly before his death:
“Animula, vagula, blandula
Hospes comesque corporis
Quae nunc abibis in loca
Pallidula, rigida, nudula,
Nec, ut soles, dabis iocos.”
Little soul, you charming little wanderer, my body’s guest and partner,
Where are you off to now?
Somewhere without colour, savage and bare;
Never again to share a joke.”
These five lines defied translation. There have been forty three translations from the best English-speaking poets. Anthony R. Birley writes: “Few short poems can have generated so many verse translations and such copious academic debate as these five lines—a mere nineteen words—of the dying Hadrian, quoted in the Historia Augusta.” Among all the attempts, here is my favorite translation:
“Oh, loving Soul, my own so tenderly,
My life’s companion and my body’s guest,
To what new realms, poor flutterer, wilt thou fly?
Cheerless, disrobed, and cold in thy lone quest,
Hushed thy sweet fancies, mute thy wonted jest.”
But it is Marguerite Yourcenar’s version that I find the most moving:
“Little soul, gentle and drifting, guest and companion of my body, now you will dwell below in pallid places, stark and bare; there you will abandon your play of yore. But one moment still, let us gaze together on these familiar shores, on these objects which doubtless we shall not see again….Let us try, if we can, to enter into death with open eyes…”
—Marguerite Yourcenar “Memoirs of Hadrian”, English translation from French by Grace Frick
Hadrian was initially buried at Puteoli near Baiae, on an estate which had once belonged to Cicero. After the cremation and upon completion of the Tomb of Hadrian in Rome in 139 AD by his successor Antoninus Pius, Hadrian’s ashes were placed beside his wife, Vibia Sabina, and his adopted son Lucius Aelius.
Hadrian died an unpopular man with the Senate and it was only with the intervention of Antonius, who was later given the title “Pius”, that Hadrian was deified in 139 AD. A great temple in the Campus Martius was built to his memory in the early 140s.
A noble and highly cultured figure who was strong and austere, Hadrian was a brilliant soldier but also an astute politician with a predilection for art, music, philosophy and literature.
For almost 21 years Hadrian had ruled over one of the greatest empires the world had ever seen and the legacy of his reign is still with us today.