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_______ all mythologies have their picture, their rendition, their evocation of an afterlife, states of either resignation, in earlier traditions, perdition or bliss in the later Christian view, manifest, these latter, in Dante , his depictions of Hell , Commedia , are probably its mostexplicit evocations the Greek and Roman pictures of their own representative Underworld, notably, is less compartmentalized, less extreme in its divisions, a gloom pervades, but nowhere fire and brimstone, nor the diametrically opposed consolation of archangels and trumpets, only an unending sense of desolation, be one worthy of it or not limbo comes to mind but Envy’s realm is actual, not belated, in the Ancient Greek and Roman traditions, it is of this world, present, however horrid, a place that lurks in the hearts of men, of people, always, ever, accessible Dante situates his nexus of Envy inPurgatory , the afterlife, the netherworld, its Second Circle, of seven, Wrath, Envy, Pride, Lust, Gluttony, Greed, Sloth for Ovid , you can reach Envy’s dominion, in the nearby mountainous areas, if only you’ll follow Minerva the one course is transcendental, the other, organic, note, physical, carnate Directly to the cave her course she steer’d; Against the gates her martial lance she rear’d; The gates flew open, and the fiend appear’d. the fiend, Envy herself A pois’nous morsel in her teeth she chew’d, And gorg’d the flesh of vipers for her food. yech Minerva loathing turn’d away her eye; as, incontrovertibly, would I The hideous monster, rising heavily, Came stalking forward with a sullen pace, And left her mangled offals on the place. Soon as she saw the goddess gay and bright, She fetch’d a groan at such a chearful sight. Livid and meagre were her looks, her eye In foul distorted glances turn’d awry; A hoard of gall her inward parts possess’d, And spread a greenness o’er her canker’d breast; Her teeth were brown with rust, and from her tongue, In dangling drops, the stringy poison hung. She never smiles but when the wretched weep, Nor lulls her malice with a moment’s sleep, Restless in spite: while watchful to destroy, She pines and sickens at another’s joy; Foe to her self, distressing and distrest, She bears her own tormentor in her breast. the passage, without explication, speaks for itself, I cede to its manifest erudition The Goddess gave (for she abhorr’d her sight) her sight, what she was looking upon A short command: “To Athens speed thy flight; On curst Aglauros try thy utmost art, And fix thy rankest venoms in her heart.” Minerva condemns, curs[es], This said, her spear she push’d against the ground, And mounting from it with an active bound, Flew off to Heav’n: Minerva reminds me of my own meanwhile, the hag, Envy, with eyes askew Look’d up, and mutter’d curses as she flew; For sore she fretted, and began to grieve At the success which she her self must give. success, the humiliation of Then takes her staff, hung round with wreaths ofthorn, And sails along, in a black whirlwind born, the picture of a witch on a broomstick shouldn’t here be unanticipated O’er fields and flow’ry meadows: where she steers Her baneful course, a mighty blast appears, Mildews and blights; the meadows are defac’d, The fields, the flow’rs, and the whole years laidwaste: the whole years , the yearly crops On mortals next, and peopled towns she falls, And breathes a burning plague among their walls. the, not unfamiliar to us, season,now, of the witch R ! chard
_______ has spotted Herse , Greek princess, from on high, the most beautiful among a procession of shining virgins fir’d, swoops down toearth, to th’ apartment of the royal maid, in order to seduce her The roof was all with polish’d iv’ry lin’d, That richly mix’d, in clouds of tortoise shin’d. colour, or the substance itself, are referenced here, or maybe even both Three rooms, contiguous, in a range were plac’d, contiguous, one beside the other The midmost by the beauteous Herse grac’d; Her virgin sisters lodg’d on either side. Cecrops , they’d seen the childEricthonius , half man, half snake,son of Minerva , who had been given to them, into their care, categorically not to open, but did, to their great, to their utter, indeed mythic, chagrin Aglauros first th’ approaching God descry’d, descry’d, witnessed, beheld And, as he cross’d her chamber, ask’d his name, And what his business was, and whence he came. “I come,” reply’d the God, “from Heav’n, to woo Your sister, and to make an aunt of you; however unabashedly be he forthright I am the son and messenger of Jove; My name is Mercury, my bus’ness love; Do you, kind damsel, take a lover’s part, And gain admittance to your sister’s heart.” take a lover’s part , Mercury entreats, Aglauros , in thisamorous adventure, strategize a path, gain admittance for me, to your sister’s heart, to her serene acquiescence She star’d him in the face with looks amaz’d, As when she on Minerva’s secret gaz’d, Minerva’s secret, her babe,Ericthonius , half man, half snake,whom Aglauros had earlier, however treacherously, beheld And asks a mighty treasure for her hire; sure, says Aglauros , I’ll help, but what will you give me in return for my service, my hire And, ’till he brings it, makes the God retire. Aglauros will not assist till shereceives the mighty treasure she requests for her hire Minerva griev’d to see the nymph succeed; get anything at all because of her earlier indiscretion, disobediently goddess’ son And now remembring the late impious deed, When, disobedient to her strict command, She touch’d the chest with an unhallow’d hand; In big-swoln sighs her inward rage express’d, That heav’d the rising Aegis on her breast; fashioned by the Cyclopes , brothers, one-eyed giants, in the workplace of Hephaestus , god of Craftsmen, Fire,Metallurgy, it bore the Gorgoneion , the head of Medusa , which would turn one to stone when looked upon Then sought out Envy in her dark abode, Defil’d with ropy gore and clots of blood: Shut from the winds, and from the wholesome skies, In a deep vale the gloomy dungeon lies, Dismal and cold, where not a beam of light Invades the winter, or disturbs the night. Envy, its personification, is a goddess here, though the representative of Envy is usually considered to be next stop, Envy’s dark abode stay tuned R ! chard
______ But you, perhaps, may think I was remov’d, As never by the heav’nly maid belov’d: says the daw to the still snowy plume[d], [w]hite as the whitest dove’s unsully’d breast raven the heav’nly maid, Minerva But I was lov’d; ask Pallas if I lye; Pallas, another name for Minerva Tho’ Pallas hate me now, she won’t deny: hate , note, is in the subjunctive here, the mood of conjecture, where the s is removed from the ending of the third person singular, that she, he, or one, for instance, read, no s on read, Ovid , would be a part of any Latin curriculum For I, whom in a feather’d shape you view, Was once a maid (by Heav’n the story’s true) A blooming maid, and a king’s daughter too. A crowd of lovers own’d my beauty’s charms; own’d, admitted to, acknowledged My beauty was the cause of all my harms ; to a vain friend once who complained to me of the rigours of being beautiful, I said, your beauty, girl, to upend the, otherwise tiresome, conversation, is your curse, get over it, which he did, it did, in at least that instance Neptune, as on his shores I wont to rove, Neptune , god of the Sea wont, to be used to, predisposed to Observ’d me in my walks, and fell in love. He made his courtship, he confess’d his pain, And offer’d force, when all his arts were vain; all of the gods, it appears, are engines, ever, of irrepressible lust, perhaps allegorically alluding to the unquenchable generative powers of very Nature Swift he pursu’d: I ran along the strand, ‘Till, spent and weary’d on the sinking sand, I shriek’d aloud, with cries I fill’d the air To Gods and men; nor God nor man was there: who hasn’t been there, forlorn, abandoned, desolate, forsaken A virgin Goddess heard a virgin’s pray’r. the virgin Goddess , remains, however For, as my arms I lifted to the skies, I saw black feathers from my fingers rise; I strove to fling my garment on the ground; My garment turn’d to plumes, and girt me round: My hands to beat my naked bosom try; Nor naked bosom now nor hands had I: the king’s daughter, still unnamed, note, attesting to the interchangeability of virgin’s in Greek and Roman mythology, is in the process of becoming a daw, a black bird Lightly I tript, nor weary as before Sunk in the sand, but skim’d along the shore; it appears there are advantages to becoming a bird ‘Till, rising on my wings, I was preferr’d To be the chaste Minerva’s virgin bird: go, girl Preferr’d in vain! I am now in disgrace: Nyctimene the owl enjoys my place. friendship, it appears, can turn on a dime, or an inadvertent, but decisive, irritation R ! chard
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