While they wondered at this, bark closed round their thighs and by degrees over their waists, breasts, shoulders, and hands, and all that was left free were their mouths calling for their mother. A Honeycomb For Aphrodite - Reflections On Ovid’s Metamorphoses. I move the opposite way, and its momentum does not overcome me as it does all other things, and I ride contrary to its swift rotation. Once when I was walking slowly as I used to do along the crest of the sands by the shore the sea-god saw me and grew hot. But the weight was lighter than the horses of the Sun could feel, and the yoke was free of its accustomed load. Unknowingly you aspire to more than the gods can share. It is written in hexameter verse. The fellow accepted it and replied ‘Go on, you are safe. A translation into English prose by A. S. Kline. He feels his chariot glowing white. Because of his ready speech he, who was once snow white, was now white’s opposite. Only this one thing I take exception to, which would truly be a punishment and not an honour. Prevented from returning to his beloved Rome, but still continuing to write from an alien land, Ovid outlived Augustus, and died at Tomis in 17AD. I tried to lift my cloak from my shoulders but it had turned to feathers with roots deep in my skin. The nature and structure of Ovid’s brilliant retelling of Greek myths is explained, while emphasising his broadly humanist approach. Falling to the ground she bathed with tears the name she could read on the cold stone and warmed it against her naked breast. Also, alarmed, he sees the marvellous forms of huge creatures everywhere in the glowing sky. Even if you keep your course, and do not steer awry, you must still avoid the horns of Taurus the Bull, Sagittarius the Haemonian Archer, raging Leo and the Lion’s jaw, Scorpio’s cruel pincers sweeping out to encircle you from one side, and Cancer’s crab-claws reaching out from the other. I can refuse you nothing. The palace of the Sun towered up with raised columns, bright with glittering gold, and gleaming bronze like fire. The god with the caduceus lifted upwards on his paired wings and as he flew looked down on the Munychian fields, the land that Minerva loves, and on the groves of the cultured Lyceum. A deathly cold stole over her body, emptied of being. I tried to beat my naked breast with my hands but found I had neither hands nor naked breast. At last she sees Athens, Tritonia’s city, flourishing with arts and riches and leisured peace. This is the punishment I inflict on the guilty! His forehead was not fearful, his eyes were not formidable, and his expression was peaceful. It is too late, and he tries his arts in vain. A translation into English prose by A. S. Kline. The earliest were produced during the Renaissance when Ovid, the bad boy of Latin literature, was rediscovered and embraced by scholars and writers. Why not divorce Juno, install her in my place, and let Lycaon be his father-in-law? When she tried to lift her body, her knees were rigid, cold sank through her to her fingernails, and her arteries grew pale with loss of blood. Often she longed to die so that she need not look on, often to tell her stern father of it as a crime. Human beings will often be in your debt, and you will have the right to restore the dead. And the Dragon, Draco, that is nearest to the frozen pole, never formidable before and sluggish with the cold, now glowed with heat, and took to seething with new fury. Ovid made amends, to a degree, in the Metamorphoses, where Augustus and Livia are echoed in Jupiter and Juno, and marriage is celebrated in key moments of the text. Above them was an image of the glowing sky, with six signs of the zodiac on the right hand door and the same number on the left. Dante, and Shakespeare, in particular, echo sentiments and imagery in the Metamorphoses. These are some of the most famous Roman myths as you've never read them before—sensuous, dangerously witty, audacious—from the fall of Troy to birth of the minotaur, and many others that only appear in the Metamorphoses. Victorious, Jupiter made for the furthest reaches of the sky: while to Callisto the grove was odious and the wood seemed knowing. Now I see my human shape being taken away, now grass contents me for food, now my impulse is to race over the wide fields. They even say that Nereus himself, and Doris and her daughters drifted through warm caves. But though he seemed so gentle she was afraid at first to touch him. She found his bones already buried however, beside the riverbank in a foreign country. She is terrified and looks back at the abandoned shore she has been stolen from and her right hand grips a horn, the other his back, her clothes fluttering, winding, behind her in the breeze. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. She gnaws and being gnawed is also her own punishment. I ran, and now the sand did not clog my feet as before but I lifted from the ground, and soon sailed high into the air. From Wikisource < Translation:Metamorphoses. A literal interlinear translation of the first Book “on the plan recommended by Mr. Locke,” was published in 1839, which had been already preceded by “a selection from the Metamorphoses of Ovid, adapted to the Hamiltonian system, by a literal and interlineal translation,” published by James Hamilton, the author of the Hamiltonian system. Often she hid at the sight of wild beasts forgetting what she was, and though a bear she shuddered at the sight of other bears on the mountains and feared the wolves though her father Lycaon ran with them. But he stopped the Raven, who had hoped for a reward for telling the truth, from living among the white birds. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. Is this the honour and reward you give me for my fruitfulness and service, for carrying wounds from the curved plough and the hoe, for being worked throughout the year, providing herbage and tender grazing for the flocks, produce for the human race and incense to minister to you gods? The lifeless bodies of seals float face upwards on the deep. If the fire should melt them, your own palace will fall! With illustrations by Hendrik Goltzius (The Netherlands, 1558-1617) courtesy of LACMA and the Rijksmuseum. His charming and graceful versions, full of life and interest, express his humanist approach, his feeling for pathos, and his endless curiosity and delight in human affairs. The grandson of Atlas and Pleione replied ‘I am the one who carries my father’s messages through the air. Now the all-powerful father of the gods circuits the vast walls of heaven and examines them to check if anything has been loosened by the violent fires. Ovid Metamorphoses Charles Martin Translation This translation of the Metamorphoses is all that one could wish. The girl had given birth to a boy, Arcas, and that in itself enraged Juno. Now he wants only to be called Merops’s son, as he is driven along like a ship in a northern gale, whose master lets go the ropes, and leaves her to prayer and the gods. The Moon, amazed, sees her brother’s horses running below her own, and the boiling clouds smoke. They run swiftly of their own accord. To right and left stood the Day, Month, and Year, the Century and the equally spaced Hours. Pleased with this too she said ‘Any witness is far away, let’s bathe our bodies naked in the flowing water.’ The Arcadian girl blushed: all of them took off their clothes: one of them tried to delay: hesitantly the tunic was removed and there her shame was revealed with her naked body. He can no longer stand the ash and sparks flung out, and is enveloped in dense, hot smoke. 35 talking about this. What do you look for on these heights, Phaethon, son that no father need deny?’ Phaethon replied ‘Universal light of the great world, Phoebus, father, if you let me use that name, if Clymene is not hiding some fault behind false pretence, give me proof father, so they will believe I am your true offspring, and take away this uncertainty from my mind!’ He spoke, and his father removed the crown of glittering rays from his head and ordered him to come nearer. Conditions and Exceptions apply. Why do you unknowingly throw your coaxing arms around my neck? ‘Stop, mother, please’ cries out whichever one she hurts, ‘Please stop: It is my body in the tree you are tearing. But that bird of Phoebus discovered her adultery and, merciless informer, flew straight to his master to reveal the secret crime. Well, as long as she was faithful, or not caught out. The lover was joyful and while he waited for his hoped-for pleasure he kissed her hands. Even though she cannot know of it, the god pours fragrant incense over her breast, and embraces her body, and unjustly, performs the just rites. But if ever it is done regardless of the god’s displeasure you will be stopped, by the flame of your grandfather’s lightning bolt, from doing so again. Then the nymphs with dishevelled hair wept bitterly for their lakes and fountains. Please refer to our Privacy Policy. Book I (Chaos, Four Ages, Flood, Daphne, Io, Syrinx, Phaethon), Book II (Phaethon’s fall, Callisto, Coronis, Aglauros, Europa), Book III (Cadmus, Actaeon, Semele, Tiresias, Narcissus, Pentheus), Book IV (Pyramus, Leucothoe, Salmacis, Ino, Cadmus, Perseus), Book V (Perseus, Calliope, Proserpine, Arethusa, The Pierides), Book VI (Arachne, Niobe, Marsyas, Procne, Philomela, Boreas), Book VII (Jason, Medea, Minos, The Plague, Myrmidons, Procris), Book VIII (Scylla, Daedalus, Icarus, Meleager, Philemon and Baucis), Book IX (Hercules, Alcmene, Iole, Galanthis, Dryope,Byblis, Iphis), Book X (Orpheus, Pygmalion, Myrrha, Venus and Adonis, Atalanta), Book XI (Death of Orpheus, Midas, Peleus, Ceyx, Alcyone, Aesacus), Book XII (Rumour, Cycnus, Caeneus, Lapiths and Centaurs, Achilles), Book XIII (Ajax, Ulysses, Polyxena, Hecuba, Memnon, Galatea, Glaucus), Book XIV (Scylla, Sibyl, Polyphemus, Circe, Picus, Pomona, Romulus), Book XV (Pythagoras, Hippolytus, Cipus, Aesculapius, The Caesars). It was then, so they believe, that the Ethiopians acquired their dark colour, since the blood was drawn to the surface of their bodies. Thrown into confusion the horses, lurching in different directions, wrench their necks from the yoke and throw off the broken harness. Published in entirety with mythological index and illustrations by Hendrik Goltzius. ←Daphne and Apollo. Then, truly, Phaethon sees the whole earth on fire. Nevertheless, even though it is so, he takes care to enhance them. You also, dear father, now immortal, and created by the law of your birth to live on through all the ages, will long for death, when you are tormented by the terrible venom of the Serpent, Hydra, absorbed through your wounded limbs. In mid-heaven it is highest, where to look down on earth and sea often alarms even me, and makes my heart tremble with awesome fear. The great Thunderer’s wife had known about all this for a long time and had held back her severe punishment until the proper time. But at last the gods will give you the power to die, and the Three Goddesses will sever the thread.’ Other prophecies remained to tell: but she sighed deeply, distressed by the tears welling from her eyes, and cried ‘The Fates prevent me, and forbid me further speech. Even the lord of mighty Olympus, who hurls terrifying lightning-bolts from his right hand, cannot drive this team, and who is greater than Jupiter?’, ‘The first part of the track is steep, and one that my fresh horses at dawn can hardly climb. So that you can banish doubt, ask for any favour, so that I can grant it to you. Face to face with him, as far as a woman could, (I wish you had seen her Juno: you would have been kinder to her) she fought him, but how could a girl win, and who is more powerful than Jove? The Don turns to steam in mid-water, and old Peneus, and Mysian Caicus and swift-flowing Ismenus, Arcadian Erymanthus, Xanthus destined to burn again, golden Lycormas and Maeander playing in its watery curves, Thracian Melas and Laconian Eurotas. Boeotia searches for Dirce’s rills, Argos for Amymone’s fountain, Corinth for the Pirenian spring. Ovid was banished in 8AD, to Tomis (now Constanta, in Romania) on the Black Sea coast. © Copyright 2000-2021 A. S. Kline, All Rights Reserved. She can scarcely lift her eyes from the ground, not as she used to be, wedded to her goddess’s side or first of the whole company, but is silent and by her blushing shows signs of her shame at being attacked. A third sister attempting to tear at her hair pulled out leaves. Royalty and love do not sit well together, nor stay long in the same house. He smoothes his hair, and arranges his robe to hang neatly so that the golden hem will show, and has his polished wand, that induces or drives away sleep, in his right hand, and his winged sandals gleaming on his trim feet. Mountains emerge from the water, and add to the scattered Cyclades. One cried out in pain that her legs were sheathed in wood, another that her arms had become long branches. Hidden in the light leaves that grew thickly over an elm-tree I set out to watch what they might do. I tell a lie, if you do not see, when night falls and the world darkens, newly exalted stars to wound me, set in the sky, where the remotest and shortest orbit circles the uttermost pole. While I have been speaking, dewy night has touched her limit on Hesperus’s far western shore. Presenting the entire work of Ovid's Metamorphoses in daily posts with text and classical images. When he threw compliments, prayers and gentlest words at her, she said ‘Stop now, since I won’t go from here until I have driven you away.’ ‘We’ll hold to that contract’ Cyllenius quickly replied, and he opened the door with a touch of his heavenly wand. I stopped her being human and she becomes a goddess! If the sea and the land and the kingdom of the heavens are destroyed, we are lost in ancient chaos! These are some of the most famous Roman myths as you've never read them before—sensuous, dangerously witty, audacious—from the fall of Troy to birth of the minotaur, and many others that only appear in the Metamorphoses. But I am bemoaning the lesser things. The middle way is safest. Then Libya became a desert, the heat drying up her moisture. Published in entirety with mythological index and illustrations by Hendrik Goltzius. At this the girl tried to rise, but found her limbs, bent from sitting, unable to move from dull heaviness. And now Arcas, grandson of Lycaon, had reached his fifteenth year ignorant of his parentage. The way runs through ambush, and apparitions of wild beasts! What can he do? She tries to pull the bark from their bodies and break off new branches with her hands, but drops of blood are left behind like wounds. This work may be freely reproduced, stored and transmitted, electronically or otherwise, for any non-commercial purpose. But for some, the Metamorphoses sits uneasily alongside its more morally and patriotically sound predecessors. If it is right for me to die through the power of fire, let me die by your fire and let the doer of it lessen the pain of the deed! Then her fingers came together and one thin solid hoof of horn joined her five fingernails. Dressed like this, with a spear or a bow in her hand, she was one of Diana’s companions. Now the girl would be dear to the god, and to her own sister, and rich with the gold she acquired, demanded by her greed. Have no doubt! The Text is fully hyper-linked to the Mythological index and vice versa. You will not easily rule those proud horses, breathing out through mouth and nostrils the fires burning in their chests. Though each deity can please themselves, within what is allowed, no one except myself has the power to occupy the chariot of fire. He cannot bear the violent heat, and he breathes the air as if from a deep furnace. When the unlucky Phaethon looked down from the heights of the sky at the earth far, far below he grew pale and his knees quaked with sudden fear, and his eyes were robbed of shadow by the excess light. Translated by A. S. Kline © Copyright 2000 All Rights Reserved. Ovid - The Metamorphoses: Book 2 - a new complete downloadable English translation with comprehensive index, and other poetry translations including Baudelaire, Chinese, European . Coronis of Larissa was the loveliest girl in all Thessaly. That stone would betray you quicker than I’ and he even pointed out a stone. Like a troublesome younger brother, an embarrassment to the family, Ovid’s epic “kicks against the pricks,” to paraphrase the paraphrase of Nick Cave. In the final book Ovid ties all the stories together thematically and expounds some potent philosophy in the work's most magnificent poetry. When Mercury had inflicted this punishment on the girl for her impious words and thoughts, he left Pallas’s land behind and flew to the heavens on outstretched wings. The last part of the track is downwards and needs sure control. Let him take away her animal form and restore her former beauty as he did before with that Argive girl, Io. She remembered that this girl had revealed her secret with profane hands, when, breaking her command, she had seen Erichthonius, son of Vulcan, the Lemnian, the child born without a mother. When the horses feel the reins lying across their backs, after he has thrown them down, they veer off course and run unchecked through unknown regions of the air. Product Information. No mortal heard my voice, but the virgin goddess feels pity for a virgin and she helped me. Callisto stretched out her arms for mercy: those arms began to bristle with coarse black hairs: her hands arched over and changed into curved claws to serve as feet: and her face, that Jupiter had once praised, was disfigured by gaping jaws: and so that her prayers and words of entreaty might not attract him her power of speech was taken from her. The earth bursts into flame, in the highest regions first, opens in deep fissures and all its moisture dries up. When his flattering words and entreaties proved a waste of time, he tried force, and chased after me. Oh what marvellous powers I have! Jupiter’s son pretended to go, but soon returned in another form and voice, saying ‘Countryman, if you have seen any cattle going this way, help me, and don’t be silent, they were stolen! The garrulous Crow followed with flapping wings, wanting to know everything, but when he heard the reason, he said ‘This journey will do you no good: don’t ignore my prophecy! He gave his mind over to grief, and to grief added his anger, and refused to provide his service to the earth. She can hardly hold back her tears because she sees nothing tearful. His charming and graceful versions, full of life and interest, express his humanist approach, his feeling for pathos, and his endless curiosity and delight in human affairs. Then the father rubbed his son’s face with a sacred ointment, and made it proof against consuming flames, and placed his rays amongst his hair, and foreseeing tragedy, and fetching up sighs from his troubled heart, said ‘If you can at least obey your father’s promptings, spare the whip, boy, and rein them in more strongly! My punishment should be a warning to all birds not to take risks by speaking out.’. Now there was no reason to wait. Moreover the rushing sky is constantly turning, and drags along the remote stars, and whirls them in rapid orbits. Metamorphoses, poem in 15 books, written in Latin about 8 ce by Ovid. Soon she drew close and held flowers out to his glistening mouth. Ah, how often she wandered near the house and fields that had once been her home, not daring to sleep in the lonely woods! The fish dive deep, and the dolphins no longer dare to rise arcing above the water, as they have done, into the air. A literal interlinear translation of the first Book “on the plan recommended by Mr. Locke,” was published in 1839, which had been already preceded by “a selection from the Metamorphoses of Ovid, adapted to the Hamiltonian system, by a literal and interlineal translation,” published by James Hamilton, the author of the Hamiltonian system. Now the warrior goddess turned angry eyes on her, and in her emotion drew breath from deep inside so that both her strong breast and the aegis that covered her breast shook with it. A Honeycomb For Aphrodite - Reflections On Ovid’s Metamorphoses, by A. S. Kline. But what use was that to me if Nyctimene, who was turned into an Owl for her dreadful sins, has usurped my place of honour? She loved the place and tested the water with her foot. Everyone knows the “Golding” translation of Ovid’s Metamorphoses is the one that most influenced “Shake-speare.” And Oxfordians have long speculated that Golding’s young nephew, Edward de Vere, Earl of Oxford, may have contributed to this translation. He hates the bow, his hand, and the hastily fired arrow as well as that hand. You may accept or manage cookie usage at any time. The gold that the River Tagus carries is molten with the fires, and the swans for whose singing Maeonia’s riverbanks are famous, are scorched in Caÿster’s midst. Orontes burns and quick Thermodon, Ganges, Phasis, and Danube. ‘And just think, not only had I not asked for her favour, she had sought me out, of her own accord! Nobody saw the theft except one old man, well known in that country, whom they called Battus. Juno was angered when she saw his inamorato shining among the stars, and went down into the waters to white-haired Tethys and old Oceanus to whom the gods often make reverence. Wherever she passes she tramples the flower-filled fields, withers the grass, blasts the highest treetops and poisons homes, cities and peoples with her breath. Ovid’s Metamorphoses has fared better than other Latin epic poems in modern Chinese reception. In colour he was white as the snow that rough feet have not trampled and the rain-filled south wind has not melted. Terrified she tried to conceal her swollen belly. Many of his works have also been published in printed book and audio formats. The famous Coroneus was my father, in the land of Phocis (it is said to be well known) and I was a royal virgin and wealthy princes courted me (so do not disparage me). Measuring both in his mind, he looks ahead to the west he is not fated to reach and at times back to the east. At the shout she runs, afraid at first in case it is Jupiter disguised, but when she sees the other nymphs come forward she realises there is no trickery and joins their number. Much of the sky is now behind his back, but more is before his eyes. This is my wonderful sovereignty! The muscles rounded out his neck, the dewlaps hung down in front, the horns were twisted, but one might argue they were made by hand, purer and brighter than pearl. She never sleeps, excited by watchful cares. These peacocks had only recently been painted, when Argus was killed, at the same time that your wings, Corvus, croaking Raven, were suddenly changed to black, though they were white before. The winged god saw them returning and flew towards them, not directly but in a curving flight, as a swift kite, spying out the sacrificial entrails, wheels above, still fearful of the priests crowding round the victim, but afraid to fly further off, circling eagerly on tilted wings over its hoped-for prey. Young Spring stood there circled with a crown of flowers, naked Summer wore a garland of ears of corn, Autumn was stained by the trodden grapes, and icy Winter had white, bristling hair. Their tears still flow, and hardened by the sun, fall as amber from the virgin branches, to be taken by the bright river and sent onwards to adorn Roman brides. But the fires gave light, so there was something beneficial amongst all that evil. She groaned at the wound, and as the arrow was drawn out her white limbs were drenched with scarlet blood and she cried out ‘Oh Phoebus it was in your power to have punished me, but to have let me give birth first: now two will die in one.’ She spoke, and then her life flowed out with her blood. See what I was, see what I am, and search out the justice in it. But my beauty hurt me. He served as guardian of a herd of pedigree mares, for a wealthy man Neleus, in the rich meadows and woodland pastures. Meanwhile Phaethon’s father, mourning and without his accustomed brightness, as if in eclipse, hated the light, himself and the day. At one moment he frolics and runs riot in the grass, at another he lies down, white as snow on the yellow sands. That act I betrayed to the goddess. These arts are not worth the cost if they incur the gods’ anger against me. Site-Map / Search | Cross-linked Ovid-Concordance Ovid Illustrated: the Reception of Ovid's Metamorphoses in Image and Text Other Writings by Ovid U.Va. Involved on the fringes of power and politics, it seems that Ovid saw but was not directly implicated in some event that antagonised the Emperor. As soon as Clymene’s son had climbed the steep path there, and entered the house of this parent of whose relationship to himself he was uncertain, he immediately made his way into his father’s presence, but stopped some way off, unable to bear his light too close. Arthur Golding published this translation of the Roman poet Ovid's METAMORPHOSES in 1567, so of course it's in Elizabethan English. We have no time for freedom! Wherever their momentum takes them there they run, lawlessly, striking against the fixed stars in deep space and hurrying the chariot along remote tracks. Nor are the rivers safe because of their wide banks. His speech condemned him. Conditions and Exceptions apply. The Hudson Review. Betray me to myself?’ And he turned that deceitful body to solid flint, that even now is called ‘touchstone’, the ‘informer’, and unjustly the old disgrace clings to the stone. So, as he had the right, his father led the youth to the high chariot, Vulcan’s work. We use cookies for essential site functions and for social media integration. Seize the reins in your hand, or if your mind can be changed, take my counsel, do not take my horses! Cecrops’s daughter, tormented by this, is eaten by secret agony, and troubled by night and troubled by light, she moans and wastes away in slow, wretched decay, like ice eroded by the fitful sun. The warning ended, but Phaethon still rejected his words, and pressed his purpose, blazing with desire to drive the chariot. Meanwhile she compelled him to leave the house. METAMORPHOSES BOOK 10, TRANSLATED BY BROOKES MORE ORPHEUS AND EURYDICE [1] Veiled in a saffron mantle, through the air unmeasured, after the strange wedding, Hymen departed swiftly for Ciconian land; regardless and not listening to the voice of tuneful Orpheus. If only you could look into my heart, and see a father’s concern from within! There is a place where Scorpio bends his pincers in twin arcs, and, with his tail and his curving arms stretched out to both sides, spreads his body and limbs over two star signs. Whatever you ask will be given, I have sworn it by the Stygian streams, but make a wiser choice!’. Then even Tethys herself, who receives me in her submissive waves, is accustomed to fear that I might dive headlong. Along the yoke chrysolites and gemstones, set in order, glowed with brilliance reflecting Phoebus’s own light. When she saw the goddess dressed in her armour and her beauty, she moaned and frowned as she sighed. They by habit, since use creates habit, devoted themselves to mourning. You may read his works on the following sites: They say all the nymphs could feel it. Just as when a lead shot is flung from a Balearic sling it flies on and becomes red hot, discovering heat in the clouds it did not have before. Babylonian Euphrates burns. Here she took her quiver from her shoulder, unstrung her curved bow, and lay down on the grass, her head resting on her painted quiver. Another has taken my place in the sky! Ovid (Publius Ovidius Naso) was born in Sulmo, Italy in 43BC. only // Elsewhere: At The Latin Library // At Perseus // At Poetry in Translation (Amores, Art of Love, Cures for Love, Heroides, Fasti) A Few Portraits and "Portraits" // More Links The same fate parches the Thracian rivers, Hebrus and Strymon, and the western rivers, Rhine, Rhone, Po and the Tiber who had been promised universal power. Now the father, pitiful, ill with grief, hid his face, and, if we can believe it, a whole day went by without the sun. The role of women in the myths seems particularly important to Ovid, and this aspect of his work, his interest in the female element, is reflected elsewhere in his poetry, and strongly influenced European culture. Now, though he had ruled the people and great cities of Liguria, he left his kingdom, and filled Eridanus’s green banks and streams, and the woods the sisters had become part of, with his grief. When she turned her angry eyes and mind to thought of him she cried out ‘Nothing more was needed, you adulteress, than your fertility, and your marking the insult to me by giving birth, making public my Jupiter’s crime.
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