52 SONGS

...the letter killeth, but the spirit giveth life...

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Ovid

He saw himself, his face, his branching antlers
In a stream he longed to say, "O miser-
Able me!" but had no words, nothing but
Animal cries while tears ran down his changed,
Bewildered face. Only his mind remained
What it had been: What could he do? Where could
He turn? Go home where a king's palace waited?
Or make his way into a deeper forest?
Shame unmanned one path and his fears the other.

1 comment:

[CMD] said...

tranlation by Horace Gregory