“The Story of Aglauros, transform’d into a Statue” (lV) – Ovid

by richibi

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       Statue in the Park of Versailles

 

                   Giovanni Boldini

 

                             ________

 

 

Envy, at the instigation of Minerva,

has flown towards the site of her

commissioned mischief, to hex

Aglauros, who’s miffed her

 

            When Athens she beheld, for arts renown’d,

            With peace made happy, and with plenty crown’d,

 

Athens, its glories, architectural,

literary, political, philosophical, would

have been impressive still, despite its

intervening decline, to the mind of a

Roman poet of the later First Century,

compare, say, a contemporary poet’s

evaluation of Great Britain’s grandeur

during its 19th Century supremacy, or

of the United States’ promise before

its late-20th-Century deterioration

 

            Scarce could the hideous fiend from tears forbear,

            To find out nothing that deserv’d a tear.

 

Envy, the hideous fiend, was upset

because she couldn’t find anything

to cry about, anything that deserv’d

a tear


            Th’ apartment now she enter’d, where at rest

            Aglauros lay, with gentle sleep opprest.

 

with gentle sleep opprest seems

to me oxymoronic, conflicting

definitions, how could a gentle

sleep oppress, but let’s continue


            To execute Minerva’s dire command,

            She stroak’d the virgin with her canker’d hand,

            Then prickly thorns into her breast convey’d,

            That stung to madness the devoted maid:

            Her subtle venom still improves the smart,

 

improves the smart, accentuates

the sudden pain

 

            Frets in the blood, and festers in the heart.

 

Frets in, unsettles, the blood, festers,

rots , becomes cankerous, in the heart.

 

            To make the work more sure, a scene she drew,

            And plac’d before the dreaming virgin’s view

            Her sister’s marriage, and her glorious fate:

            Th’ imaginary bride appears in state;

            The bride-groom with unwonted beauty glows:

            For envy magnifies what-e’er she shows.

 

Aglauros is not only struck with

subtle venom, but subjected to

psychological manipulation, if

you’ll excuse the reference to

modern analytical methods, is

made to see [h]er sister’s

marriage, Herse‘s, as well as 

her glorious fate

 

For envy magnifies what-e’er

she shows, an observation

worth remembering

 

            Full of the dream, Aglauros pin’d away

            In tears all night, in darkness all the day;

 

the dream, though Envy might’ve

envenomed Aglauros in her sleep,

the unwanted vision continues to

plague her throughout the following

days, and nights

 

            Consum’d like ice, that just begins to run,

            When feebly smitten by the distant sun;

            Or like unwholsome weeds, that set on fire

            Are slowly wasted, and in smoke expire.

 

the slow torture in the mind of

rancour there eating away at

the psyche


            Giv’n up to envy (for in ev’ry thought

            The thorns, the venom, and the vision wrought)

 

The thorns, the venom, and the vision,

all three, wrought, writhing, smouldering,

in ev’ry thought

 

            Oft did she call on death, as oft decreed,

 

decreed, resolved

 

            Rather than see her sister’s wish succeed,

            To tell her awfull father what had past:

 

her awfull father, Cecrops l, founder

and first king of Athens, according to

myth

 

awfull, as in inspiring awe, reverence


            At length before the door her self she cast;

 

the door, of her chamber, where the

God Hermes / Mercury had asked

Aglauros to speak in his favour to

her sister, Herse, whom he had

wanted, if you’ll remember, to woo

 

cast, set herself up awaiting the

God’s return


            And, sitting on the ground with sullen pride,

            A passage to the love-sick God deny’d.

 

Aglauros denies the God his wish,

she will not praise him to her sister


            The God caress’d, and for admission pray’d,

            And sooth’d in softest words th’ envenom’d maid.

 

caress’d, used endearing words


            In vain he sooth’d: “Begone!” the maid replies,

            “Or here I keep my seat, and never rise.”

 

I’ll stay here till you leave, Aglauros

tells Hermes / Mercury


            “Then keep thy seat for ever,” cries the God,

 

the impudence of vying with a god

has its consequences


            And touch’d the door, wide op’ning to his rod.

 

his rod, his caduceus, his winged

staff


            Fain would she rise, and stop him,

 

Fain,willingly

 

                                                             but she found

            Her trunk too heavy to forsake the ground;

            Her joynts are all benum’d, her hands are pale,

            And marble now appears in ev’ry nail.

            As when a cancer in the body feeds,

            And gradual death from limb to limb proceeds;

            So does the chilness to each vital parte

            Spread by degrees, and creeps into her heart;

            ‘Till hard’ning ev’ry where, and speechless grown,

            She sits unmov’d, and freezes to a stone.

 

Aglauros has become of stone,

a statue


            But still her envious hue and sullen mien

            Are in the sedentary figure seen.

 

still, though Aglauros might’ve been

rendered inanimate, it’s interesting

to note that she’s nevertheless

become immortal, immortalized

 

see, for instance, above

 

 

R ! chard