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“Europa’s Rape” (ll) – Ovid
by richibi

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Agenor’s royal daughter, as she plaid
Among the fields, the milk-white bull survey’d,
an area comprised then of ancient
Lebanon, as well as a good part of
the Eastern, and later, the Southern,
which is to say the African,
Mediterranean coasts, father of,
notably, Europa, his royal, his
indeed mythic, daughter
And view’d his spotless body with delight,
And at a distance kept him in her sight.
Europa is intrigued, delight[ed], by this
milk-white …spotless …bull, but from
a distance, discreetly, furtively
At length she pluck’d the rising flow’rs, and fed
The gentle beast, and fondly stroak’d his head.
pluck’d, dared, mischievously, to
confront
He stood well-pleas’d to touch the charming fair,
But hardly could confine his pleasure there.
And now he wantons o’er the neighb’ring strand,
Now rowls his body on the yellow sand;
to wanton, to play, to frolic, often
immodestly, like puppies, goats
strand, shore
rowls, rolls
And, now perceiving all her fears decay’d,
decay’d, dispelled, dissipated,
evaporated
Comes tossing forward to the royal maid;
Gives her his breast to stroke, and downward turns
His grizly brow, and gently stoops his horns.
grizly, grizzly, grayish
In flow’ry wreaths the royal virgin drest
drest, adorned
His bending horns, and kindly clapt his breast.
‘Till now grown wanton and devoid of fear,
Not knowing that she prest the Thunderer,
She plac’d her self upon his back, and rode
O’er fields and meadows, seated on the God.
however heedlessly, however
immoderately, immodestly,
however innocently
He gently march’d along, and by degrees
Left the dry meadow, and approach’d the seas;
Where now he dips his hoofs and wets his thighs,
Now plunges in, and carries off the prize.
The frighted nymph looks backward on the shoar,
shoar, shore
And hears the tumbling billows round her roar;
But still she holds him fast: one hand is born
born, borne, held
Upon his back; the other grasps a horn:
Her train of ruffling garments flies behind,
Swells in the air, and hovers in the wind.
picture of Europa, more in keeping
with the last few lines
Through storms and tempests he the virgin bore,
And lands her safe on the Dictean shore;
Dictean, of Dicte, or Dikti, a mountain
range in Eastern Crete, site of the
was apparently born, if it wasn’t the
Idaean Cave, which is to say a cave on
Mount Ida, therefore Idaean, also in
Crete, both hollows having claimed
the right to be called the site of the
exalted provenance
Where now, in his divinest form array’d,
In his true shape he captivates the maid;
longer bull, but divinity, dripping
still in bovine potency, however
residual
Who gazes on him, and with wond’ring eyes
Beholds the new majestick figure rise,
His glowing features, and celestial light,
And all the God discover’d to her sight.
once, to a man who’d bewitched me,
how could you touch me, I wrote, you
must’ve known you would transfix me,
leave me breathless, which he,
however inadvertently, had, did
I went on, of course, to not populate
continents, nor to become queen of
instance, before my own exalted
entity
R ! chard
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Tags: "The Rape of Europa" - François Boucher :
Agenor / king of Tyre :
“Europa’s Rape” – Ovid :
Crete :
Diktaion Antron / Dictaean Cave :
Dikti Mountains :
Europa / Phoenician princess :
Jove / Jupiter / Zeus :
Lebanon :
Mount Ida / Crete