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“The Story of of Cadmus” (ll) – Ovid

St. George and the Dragon, c.1470 - Paolo Uccello

          “St. George and the Dragon” (c.1470)

 

                 Paolo Uccello

 

                            _______

 

 

             Cadmus salutes the soil, and gladly hails

             The new-found mountains, and the nameless vales,

             And thanks the Gods, and turns about his eye

             To see his new dominions round him lye;

 

Cadmus, son of Agenor, brother of

Europa, has, on the advice of the

Delphick oracles, settled where

the lonely cow, / Unworn with yokes,

unbroken to the plow had stoop’d,

and couch’d amid the rising grass,

and stakes there his new appointed

home

 

vales, valleys


             Then sends his servants to a neighb’ring grove

             For living streams, a sacrifice to Jove.

 

Cadmus, a prince, would’ve had

a retinue, followers, Hamlet for

instance, his Horatio, his

Rosencrantz and Guildenstern

 

Jove, note, is the god who abducted

Europa, though Cadmus, according

to our story, isn’t yet supposed to 

know this, never having found his

sister, nor identified, consequently,

her ravisher, namely Jovethe god

to whom Cadmus is now about to

give sacrifice, give thanks


             O’er the wide plain there rose a shady wood

             Of aged trees; in its dark bosom stood

             A bushy thicket, pathless and unworn,

             O’er-run with brambles, and perplex’d with thorn:

 

perplex’d, a wonderful metaphor

here for entangled, enmeshed

 

             Amidst the brake a hollow den was found,

             With rocks and shelving arches vaulted round.

 

brake, bracken, brush

 

             Deep in the dreary den, conceal’d from day,

             Sacred to Mars, a mighty dragon lay,

 

Mars, god of War

 

a mighty dragon, dragons, it appears,

go back to very prehistory, perhaps

as a memory in our reptilian brain of

dinosaurs, and the like, that made its

way into our poetic imagination

 

see above 


             Bloated with poison to a monstrous size;

             Fire broke in flashes when he glanc’d his eyes:

 

glanc’d his eyes, threw glances at

 

             His tow’ring crest was glorious to behold,

 

crest, as in roosters, or reptiles


             His shoulders and his sides were scal’d with gold;

 

scal’d, having scales, plates,

overlapping surfaces


             Three tongues he brandish’d when he charg’d his foes;

             His teeth stood jaggy in three dreadful rowes.

 

rowes, rows, three dreadful ones,

one behind the other


             The Tyrians in the den for water sought,

 

The Tyrians, Cadmus and his men,

all originally from Tyre


             And with their urns explor’d the hollow vault:

     

urns, to collect from living streams

within the vault a sacrifice to Jove


             From side to side their empty urns rebound,

 

rebound, knock against a harder

surface repeatedly


             And rowse the sleeping serpent with the sound.

 

rowse, rouse

             

             Strait he bestirs him, and is seen to rise;

             

he bestirs him, he bestirs himself

             

             And now with dreadful hissings fills the skies,

             And darts his forky tongues, and rowles his glaring eyes.

 

rowles, rolls


             The Tyrians drop their vessels in the fright,

 

vessels, urns

 

             All pale and trembling at the hideous sight.

             Spire above spire uprear’d in air he stood,

 

Spire above spire, scale upon scale

 

uprear’d, reared up

 

he, the serpent


             And gazing round him over-look’d the wood:

 

overlook’d, looked over, surveyed


             Then floating on the ground in circles rowl’d;

 

rowl’d, rolled


             Then leap’d upon them in a mighty fold.

 

fold, embrace, encirclement

 

             Of such a bulk, and such a monstrous size

             The serpent in the polar circle lyes,

             That stretches over half the northern skies.

 

The serpent in the polar circle, Serpens,

a constellation in the Northern Hemisphere

in close proximity to the North Pole

 

lyes, lies


             In vain the Tyrians on their arms rely,

 

their arms, their weapons


             In vain attempt to fight, in vain to fly:
             All their endeavours and their hopes are vain;
             Some die entangled in the winding train;

 

the winding train, the serpent’s

tail

 

             Some are devour’d, or feel a loathsom death,
             Swoln up with blasts of pestilential breath.

 

stay tuned

 

 

 

R ! chard

The Story of Phaeton (V) – Ovid

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     Phaethon (1878) 

 

            Gustave Moreau

 

                       ________

 

 

 

              Mean-while the restless horses neigh’d aloud,
              Breathing out fire, and pawing where they stood.
              Tethys, not knowing what had past, gave way,
              And all the waste of Heav’n before ’em lay. 

 

Tethys, a Titaness, from the original 

race of gods, before the Olympians,

who seems to have some sort of 

controlling force in the heavens, 

and concern for the regularity of its

movements, though I haven’t yet 

figured out her specific purpose,

position, in the scheme of things 


              They spring together out, and swiftly bear
              The flying youth thro’ clouds and yielding air; 

 

They, the horses

 

The flying youth, Phaeton


              With wingy speed outstrip the eastern wind,
              And leave the breezes of the morn behind. “
 

 

the eastern wind, Eurus, which you

might remember from the Creation

of the World


              The youth was light, nor cou’d he fill the seat, 
              Or poise the chariot with its wonted weight: 

 

wonted, usual, the chariot is lighter 

now that only Phaeton’s lesser 

weight is in it rather than that of his 

heavier father

 

poise, superb word here suggestive 

of the delicacy, the precariousness, 

of the operation, not to mention its 

grace 


              But as at sea th’ unballass’d vessel rides, 

 

unballass’d, without ballast,

unstable, destabilized

 

              Cast to and fro, the sport of winds and tides;
              So in the bounding chariot toss’d on high,
              The youth is hurry’d headlong through the sky. 

 

see above


              Soon as the steeds perceive it, they forsake
              Their stated course, and leave the beaten track.
              The youth was in a maze, 

 

you can hear the etymology of amaze

here, was in a maze, caught up in a 

conundrum, completely disoriented

 

                                                    nor did he know
              Which way to turn the reins, or where to go;
              Nor wou’d the horses, had he known, obey. 

 

had he known, Phaeton didn’t know,

as his father would have, his horses

 

              Then the sev’n stars first felt Apollo’s ray,
              And wish’d to dip in the forbidden sea. 

 

the sev’n stars, the Pleiades, a star 

cluster, closest to the earth, would 

resort to the coolness of the sea, 

supposedly, upon being subjected 

to the heat of Apollo’s ray, or rays

 

forbidden, probably forbidding 

 

              The folded serpent next the frozen pole,
              Stiff and benum’d before, began to rowle, 

 

The folded serpent, the constellation

Serpens


              And raged with inward heat, and threaten’d war,
              And shot a redder light from ev’ry star; 

 

a redder light, the brightest star, 

indeed a double star, in the 

constellation Serpens, is called 

Alpha Serpentis, we now, with our 

greater understanding of the 

cosmos, call such stars red giant

because of a distinctive ring they 

present around their core for 

reasons of thermodynamics, Ovid 

is using this cosmic peculiarity 

here for his own poetic purposes

 

              Nay, and ’tis said Bootes too, that fain
              Thou woud’st have fled, tho’ cumber’d with thy wane. 

 

Bootes, or Boötes, is yet another 

constellation, like Serpens, in the 

northern sky

cumbered, encumbered

 wane, to lose its vigour 


              Th’ unhappy youth then, bending down his head,
              Saw Earth and Ocean far beneath him spread.
              His colour chang’d, he startled at the sight,
              And his eyes darken’d by too great a light. 

 

darken’d, blinded, by too great a light


              Now cou’d he wish the fiery steeds untry’d, 

 

untry’d, o, that he had not attempted to

take on the fiery steeds, Phaeton rues, 

nor to have ridden at all the Chariot of 

the Sun

 

              His birth obscure, and his request deny’d: 

 

had Phaeton only left [h]is birth obscure,

not demanded to know who his father 

was, and been denied, been deny’d, this 

horrifying proof of it would not be now

so threatening

              Now wou’d he Merops for his father own, 

 

Merops, Clymene‘s husband, Phaeton‘s 

stepfather, Phaeton would now willingly

accept, own, Merops as his father, and

give up his claim to being son of the

Sun god

 

              And quit his boasted kindred to the sun. 

 

kindred, originating from the same family,

spirit


              So fares the pilot, when his ship is tost
              In troubled seas, and all its steerage lost,
              He gives her to the winds, and in despair
              Seeks his last refuge in the Gods and pray’r. 

 

after a lifetime’s consideration, I’ve

determined there are only two things

one can do when confronted with a 

dire situation, pray for grace, and 

make sure your tie’s on right’s stepfather

 

Phaeton, one extrapolates, is doing 

at least one of these two things, the 

rest being up to the Gods, his last

refuge

 

stay tuned

 

 

R ! chard