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BravestOfTheLamps
Oct 12, 2012

by FactsAreUseless
Lipstick Apathy

TheManFromFOXHOUND posted:

Finished the book last night. I found it interesting that my copy ended with another parable/allegory after the birds discover the Simorgh. From reading the introduction, it seems like there is an epilogue that wasn't included in the Penguin classics version, as well.

I don't usually read poetry so this was a bit of departure for me, but I found the language really beautiful and I'm definitely looking for more.

I recommend Ovid's Metamorphoses (the A.D. Melville translation).

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BravestOfTheLamps
Oct 12, 2012

by FactsAreUseless
Lipstick Apathy
I happened to read the story of Tereus in Ovid's Metamorphoses, and oh boy is it a contrast;

quote:

With a great shout the Thracian king thrust back
The table, calling from the chasms of Hell
The snake.haired Furies. Gladly, if he could,
He'd tear himself apart to vomit back
That frightful feast, that flesh of his own flesh.
He wept and wailed and called himself his son's
Disastrous tomb, then with his naked sowed
Pursued Pandion's daughters. As they flee,
You'd think they'd float on wings. Yes, sure enough,
They float on wings! One daughter seeks the woods,
One rises to the roof, and even now
The marks of murder show upon a breast
And feathers carry still the stamp of blood.
And he, grief-spurred, swift-swooping for revenge,
Is changed into a bird that bears a crest,
With, for a sword, a long fantastic bill---
A hoopoe, every inch a fighter still.

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