Friday, November 02, 2007

Poetry Friday

No progress on the chapter just yet (Thursdays absolutely destroy me), but how's about a little Ovid? This is a little bit from the section on Arachne (Book VI), and for some reason, this translation from the Oxford cheapy edition absolutely slays me:
Only Arachne had no fear. Yet she
Blushed all the same; a sudden color tinged
Her cheeks against her will, then disappeared;
So when Aurora rises in the dawn,
The eastern sky is red and, as the sun
Climbs, in a little while is pale again.

She stood by her resolve, setting her heart,
Her stupid heart, on victory, and rushed
To meet her fate.

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