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ISBN 10: 0253033594 ISBN 13: 9780253033598

Casa editrice: Indiana Univ Pr, 2018

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<p><p>Ovid's <i>Metamorphoses</i> is one of the most influential works of Western literature, inspiring artists and writers from Titian to Shakespeare to Salman Rushdie. These are some of the most famous Roman myths as you've never read them before—sensuous, dangerously witty, audacious—from the fall of Troy to birth of the minotaur, and many others that only appear in the <i>Metamorphoses</i>. Connected together by the immutable laws of change and metamorphosis, the myths tell the story of the world from its creation up to the transformation of Julius Caesar from man into god.</p><br><p>In the ten-beat, unrhymed lines of this now-legendary and widely praised translation, Rolfe Humphries captures the spirit of Ovid's swift and conversational language, bringing the wit and sophistication of the Roman poet to modern readers.</p><br><p>This special annotated edition includes new, comprehensive commentary and notes by Joseph D. Reed, Professor of Classics and Comparative Literature at Brown University.</p></p>

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<p><p>Poet and critic Rolfe Humphries (1894–1969) also translated Virgil's <i>Aeneid</i>, Lucretius's <i>On the Nature of Things</i>, Ovid's <i>Art of Love</i>, and Juvenal's <em>Satires.</em></p> <p>Joseph D. Reed is Professor of Classics and Comparative Literature at Brown University. He is the author of <i>Virgil's Gaze: Nation and Poetry in the Aeneid</i>.</p></p>

Poet and critic Rolfe Humphries (1894–1969) also translated Virgil's Aeneid, Lucretius's On the Nature of Things, Ovid's Art of Love, and Juvenal's Satires.

Joseph D. Reed is Professor of Classics and Comparative Literature at Brown University. He is the author of Virgil's Gaze: Nation and Poetry in the Aeneid.

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Ovid Metamorphoses

By Rolfe Humphries

Indiana University Press

Copyright © 1955 Indiana University Press
All rights reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-253-03359-8

Contents

Introduction, v, 
BOOK ONE, 3, 
The Creation, 3, 
The Four Ages, 5, 
Jove's Intervention, 8, 
The Story of Lycaon, 9, 
The Flood, 11, 
Deucalion and Pyrrha, 12, 
Apollo and Daphne, 16, 
Jove and Io, 21, 
BOOK TWO, 28, 
The Story of Phaethon, 28, 
Jove in Arcady, 40, 
The Story of the Raven, 45, 
The Story of Ocyrhoe, 48, 
Mercury and Battus, 50, 
Mercury, Herse, and Aglauros, 51, 
The House of the Goddess Envy, 52, 
Europa, 54, 
BOOK THREE, 57, 
The Story of Cadmus, 57, 
The Story of Actaeon, 61, 
The Story of Semele, 64, 
The Story of Tiresias, 67, 
The Story of Echo and Narcissus, 67, 
The Story of Pentheus and Bacchus, 73, 
BOOK FOUR, 81, 
The Story of Pyramus and Thisbe, 83, 
The Story of Mars and Venus, 86, 
The Sun-god and Leucothoe, 87, 
The Story of Salmacis, 90, 
The End of the Daughters of Minyas, 93, 
The Story of Athamas and Ino, 94, 
The End of Cadmus, 99, 
The Story of Perseus, 100, 
BOOK FIVE, 107, 
The Fighting of Perseus, 107, 
Minerva Visits the Muses, 115, 
BOOK SIX, 129, 
The Story of Niobe, 133, 
The Story of Tereus, Procne, and Philomela, 143, 
BOOK SEVEN, 153, 
The Story of Jason and Medea, 153, 
War Between Crete and Athens, 167, 
The Story of Cephalus and Procris, 174, 
BOOK EIGHT, 181, 
The Story of Nisus and Scylla, 181, 
The Story of Daedalus and Icarus, 187, 
The Calydonian Boar, 190, 
The Brand of Meleager, 195, 
The Return of Theseus, 198, 
The Story of Baucis and Philemon, 200, 
The Story of Erysichthon, 204, 
BOOK NINE, 209, 
The Story of Achelous' Duel for Deianira, 209, 
The Story of Hercules, Nessus, and Deianira, 212, 
The Story of Hercules' Birth, 217, 
The Story of Dryope, 219, 
The Story of Caunus and Byblis, 223, 
The Story of Iphis and Ianthe, 229, 
BOOK TEN, 234, 
The Story of Orpheus and Eurydice, 234, 
The Story of Cyparissus, 237, 
The Story of Ganymede, 239, 
The Story of Apollo and Hyacinthus, 239, 
Two Incidents of Venus' Anger, 241, 
The Story of Pygmalion, 241, 
The Story of Cinyras and Myrrha, 243, 
The Story of Adonis, 251, 
Venus Tells Adonis the Story of Atalanta, 252, 
The Fate of Adonis, 257, 
BOOK ELEVEN, 259, 
The Death of Orpheus, 259, 
The Story of Midas, 261, 
Midas Never Learns, 263, 
The Building of the Walls of Troy, 265, 
The Story of Thetis, 266, 
Ceyx Tells the Story of Daedalion, 268, 
The Story of Peleus' Cattle, 270, 
The Quest of Ceyx, 272, 
The Story of Aesacus and Hesperia, 282, 
BOOK TWELVE, 285, 
The Invasion of Troy, 285, 
Nestor Tells the Story of Caeneus, 291, 
Story of the Battle with the Centaurs, 291, 
Nestor Is Asked Why He Omitted Hercules, 301, 
BOOK THIRTEEN, 305, 
The Argument between Ajax and Ulysses, 305, 
After the Fall, 319, 
The Sacrifice of Polyxena, 320, 
The Discovery of Polydorus, 323, 
The Story of Memnon, 325, 
The Pilgrimage of Aeneas, 326, 
The Story of Anius' Daughters, 327, 
The Pilgrimage Resumed, 328, 
The Story of Galatea, 330, 
The Song of Polyphemus, 331, 
The Transformation of Acis, 334, 
The Story of Glaucus, 335, 
BOOK FOURTEEN, 338, 
The Story of Glaucus Continued, 338, 
The Pilgrimage of Aeneas Resumed, 340, 
Achaemenides Tells His Story, 344, 
The Story of Picus, 348, 
The Pilgrimage of Aeneas Resumed, 352, 
The Narrative of Diomedes, 352, 
The Return of Venulus, 354, 
The Deification of Aeneas, 356, 
Legendary History of Rome, 357, 
Pomona and Vertumnus, 357, 
The Story of Iphis and Anaxarete, 360, 
More Early Roman History, 362, 
BOOK FIFTEEN, 365, 
The Succession of Numa, 365, 
The Teachings of Pythagoras, 367, 
The Return of Numa, 379, 
The Story of Hippolytus, 380, 
The Story of Cipus, 382, 
The Story of Aesculapius, 384, 
The Deification of Caesar, 388, 
The Epilogue, 392, 
Commentary by J. D. Reed, 393, 
Expanded Glossary and Index, 513, 

CHAPTER 1

My intention is to tell of bodies changed
To different forms; the gods, who made the changes,
Will help me — or I hope so — with a poem
That runs from the world's beginning to our own days.


The Creation

Before the ocean was, or earth, or heaven,
Nature was all alike, a shapelessness,
Chaos, so-called, all rude and lumpy matter,
Nothing but bulk, inert, in whose confusion
Discordant atoms warred: there was no sun
To light the universe; there was no moon
With slender silver crescents filling slowly;
No earth hung balanced in surrounding air;
No sea reached far along the fringe of shore.
Land, to be sure, there was, and air, and ocean,
But land on which no man could stand, and water
No man could swim in, air no man could breathe,
Air without light, substance forever changing,
Forever at war: within a single body
Heat fought with cold, wet fought with dry, the hard
Fought with the soft, things having weight contended


lines 20–56

With weightless things.
Till God, or kindlier Nature,
Settled all argument, and separated
Heaven from earth, water from land, our air
From the high stratosphere, a liberation
So things evolved, and out of blind confusion
Found each its place, bound in eternal order.
The force of fire, that weightless element,
Leaped up and claimed the highest place in heaven;
Below it, air; and under them the earth
Sank with its grosser portions; and the water,
Lowest of all, held up, held in, the land.

Whatever god it was, who out of chaos
Brought order to the universe, and gave it
Division, subdivision, he molded earth,
In the beginning, into a great globe,
Even on every side, and bade the waters
To spread and rise, under the rushing winds,
Surrounding earth; he added ponds and marshes,
He banked the river-channels, and the waters
Feed earth or run to sea, and that great flood
Washes on shores, not banks. He made the plains
Spread wide, the valleys settle, and the forest
Be dressed in leaves; he made the rocky mountains
Rise to full height, and as the vault of Heaven
Has two zones, left and right, and one between them
Hotter than these, the Lord of all Creation
Marked on the earth the same design and pattern.
The torrid zone too hot for men to live in,
The north and south too cold, but in the middle
Varying climate, temperature and season.
Above all things the air, lighter than earth,
Lighter than water, heavier than fire,
Towers and spreads; there mist and cloud assemble,
And fearful thunder and lightning and cold winds,


lines 57–92

But these, by the Creator's order, held
No general dominion; even as it is,
These brothers brawl and quarrel; though each one
Has his own quarter, still, they come near tearing
The universe apart. Eurus is monarch
Of the lands of dawn, the realms of Araby,
The Persian ridges under the rays of morning.
Zephyrus holds the west that glows at sunset,
Boreas, who makes men shiver, holds the north,
Warm Auster governs in the misty southland,
And over them all presides the weightless ether,
Pure without taint of earth.
These boundaries given,
Behold, the stars, long hidden under darkness,
Broke through and shone, all over the spangled heaven,
Their home forever, and the gods lived there,
And shining fish were given the waves for dwelling
And beasts the earth, and birds the moving air.

But something else was needed, a finer being,
More capable of mind, a sage, a ruler,
So Man was born, it may be, in God's image,
Or Earth, perhaps, so newly separated
From the old fire of Heaven, still retained
Some seed of the celestial force which fashioned
Gods out of living clay and running water.
All other animals look downward; Man,
Alone, erect, can raise his face toward Heaven.


The Four Ages

The Golden Age was first, a time that cherished
Of its own will, justice and right; no law.
No punishment, was called for; fearfulness
Was quite unknown, and the bronze tablets held
No legal threatening; no suppliant throng


lines 93–127

Studied a judge's face; there were no judges,
There did not need to be. Trees had not yet
Been cut and hollowed, to visit other shores.
Men were content at home, and had no towns
With moats and walls around them; and no trumpets
Blared out alarums; things like swords and helmets
Had not been heard of. No one needed soldiers.
People were unaggressive, and unanxious;
The years went by in peace. And Earth, untroubled,
Unharried by hoe or plowshare, brought forth all
That men had need for, and those men were happy,
Gathering berries from the mountain sides,
Cherries, or blackcaps, and the edible acorns.
Spring was forever, with a west wind blowing
Softly across the flowers no man had planted,
And Earth, unplowed, brought forth rich grain; the field,
Unfallowed, whitened with wheat, and there were rivers
Of milk, and rivers of honey, and golden nectar
Dripped from the dark-green oak-trees.
After Saturn
Was driven to the shadowy land of death,
And the world was under Jove, the Age of Silver
Came in, lower than gold, better than bronze.
Jove made the springtime shorter, added winter,
Summer, and autumn, the seasons as we know them.
That was the first time when the burnt air glowed
White-hot, or icicles hung down in winter.
And men built houses for themselves; the caverns,
The woodland thickets, and the bark-bound shelters
No longer served; and the seeds of grain were planted
In the long furrows, and the oxen struggled
Groaning and laboring under the heavy yoke.

Then came the Age of Bronze, and dispositions
Took on aggressive instincts, quick to arm,
Yet not entirely evil. And last of all


lines 127–162

The Iron Age succeeded, whose base vein
Let loose all evil: modesty and truth
And righteousness fled earth, and in their place
Came trickery and slyness, plotting, swindling,
Violence and the damned desire of having.
Men spread their sails to winds unknown to sailors,
The pines came down their mountain-sides, to revel
And leap in the deep waters, and the ground,
Free, once, to everyone, like air and sunshine,
Was stepped off by surveyors. The rich earth,
Good giver of all the bounty of the harvest,
Was asked for more; they dug into her vitals,
Pried out the wealth a kinder lord had hidden
In Stygian shadow, all that precious metal,
The root of evil. They found the guilt of iron,
And gold, more guilty still. And War came forth
That uses both to fight with; bloody hands
Brandished the clashing weapons. Men lived on plunder.
Guest was not safe from host, nor brother from brother,
A man would kill his wife, a wife her husband,
Stepmothers, dire and dreadful, stirred their brews
With poisonous aconite, and sons would hustle
Fathers to death, and Piety lay vanquished,
And the maiden Justice, last of all immortals,
Fled from the bloody earth.
Heaven was no safer.
Giants attacked the very throne of Heaven,
Piled Pelion on Ossa, mountain on mountain
Up to the very stars. Jove struck them down
With thunderbolts, and the bulk of those huge bodies
Lay on the earth, and bled, and Mother Earth,
Made pregnant by that blood, brought forth new bodies,
And gave them, to recall her older offspring,
The forms of men. And this new stock was also
Contemptuous of gods, and murder-hungry
And violent. You would know they were sons of blood.


lines 163–192

Jove's Intervention

And Jove was witness from his lofty throne
Of all this evil, and groaned as he remembered
The wicked revels of Lycaon's table,
The latest guilt, a story still unknown
To the high gods. In awful indignation
He summoned them to council. No one dawdled.
Easily seen when the night skies are clear,
The Milky Way shines white. Along this road
The gods move toward the palace of the Thunderer,
His royal halls, and, right and left, the dwellings
Of other gods are open, and guests come thronging.
The lesser gods live in a meaner section,
An area not reserved, as this one is,
For the illustrious Great Wheels of Heaven.
(Their Palatine Hill, if I might call it so.)

They took their places in the marble chamber
Where high above them all their king was seated,
Holding his ivory sceptre, shaking out
Thrice, and again, his awful locks, the sign
That made the earth and stars and ocean tremble,
And then he spoke, in outrage: "I was troubled
Less for the sovereignty of all the world
In that old time when the snake-footed giants
Laid each his hundred hands on captive Heaven.
Monstrous they were, and hostile, but their warfare
Sprung from one source, one body. Now, wherever
The sea-gods roar around the earth, a race
Must be destroyed, the race of men. I swear it!
I swear by all the Stygian rivers gliding
Under the world, I have tried all other measures.
The knife must cut the cancer out, infection
Averted while it can be, from our numbers.
Those demigods, those rustic presences,


lines 193–220

Nymphs, fauns, and satyrs, wood and mountain dwellers,
We have not yet honored with a place in Heaven,
But they should have some decent place to dwell in,
In peace and safety. Safety? Do you reckon
They will be safe, when I, who wield the thunder,
Who rule you all as subjects, am subjected
To the plottings of the barbarous Lycaon?"

They burned, they trembled. Who was this Lycaon,
Guilty of such rank infamy? They shuddered
In horror, with a fear of sudden ruin,
As the whole world did later, when assassins
Struck Julius Caesar down, and Prince Augustus
Found satisfaction in the great devotion
That cried for vengeance, even as Jove took pleasure,
Then, in the gods' response. By word and gesture
He calmed them down, awed them again to silence,
And spoke once more:


The Story of Lycaon

"He has indeed been punished.
On that score have no worry. But what he did,
And how he paid, are things that I must tell you.
I had heard the age was desperately wicked,
I had heard, or so I hoped, a lie, a falsehood,
So I came down, as man, from high Olympus,
Wandered about the world. It would take too long
To tell you how widespread was all that evil.
All I had heard was grievous understatement!
I had crossed Maenala, a country bristling
With dens of animals, and crossed Cyllene,
And cold Lycaeus' pine woods. Then I came
At evening, with the shadows growing longer,
To an Arcadian palace, where the tyrant
Was anything but royal in his welcome.
I gave a sign that a god had come, and people


lines 221–253

Began to worship, and Lycaon mocked them,
Laughed at their prayers, and said: 'Watch me find out
Whether this fellow is a god or mortal,
I can tell quickly, and no doubt about it.'
He planned, that night, to kill me while I slumbered;
That was his way to test the truth. Moreover,
And not content with that, he took a hostage,
One sent by the Molossians, cut his throat,
Boiled pieces of his flesh, still warm with life,
Broiled others, and set them before me on the table.
That was enough. I struck, and the bolt of lightning
Blasted the household of that guilty monarch.
He fled in terror, reached the silent fields,
And howled, and tried to speak. No use at all!
Foam dripped from his mouth; bloodthirsty still, he turned
Against the sheep, delighting still in slaughter,
And his arms were legs, and his robes were shaggy hair,
Yet he is still Lycaon, the same grayness,
The same fierce face, the same red eyes, a picture
Of bestial savagery. One house has fallen,
But more than one deserves to. Fury reigns
Over all the fields of Earth. They are sworn to evil,
Believe it. Let them pay for it, and quickly!
So stands my purpose."

Part of them approved
With words and added fuel to his anger,
And part approved with silence, and yet all
Were grieving at the loss of humankind,
Were asking what the world would be, bereft
Of mortals: who would bring their altars incense?
Would earth be given the beasts, to spoil and ravage?
Jove told them not to worry; he would give them
Another race, unlike the first, created
Out of a miracle; he would see to it.

He was about to hurl his thunderbolts


lines 254–286

At the whole world, but halted, fearing Heaven
Would burn from fire so vast, and pole to pole
Break out in flame and smoke, and he remembered
The fates had said that some day land and ocean,
The vault of Heaven, the whole world's mighty fortress,
Besieged by fire, would perish. He put aside
The bolts made in Cyclopean workshops; better,
He thought, to drown the world by flooding water.

(Continues...)

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• Editore: Indiana Univ Pr
• Data di pubblicazione: 2018
• Lingua: Inglese
• ISBN 10: 0253033594
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