Sunday, December 19, 2010

Sunday Morning Poetry

from The Metamorphoses of Ovid
The soaring palace of the sun, with all
its giant columns, was ablaze with gold
and bronzel as if aflame; its pediments
were crowned on high with polished ivory;
and glowing silver traced its double doors.
~ translated by Allen Mandelbaum

Obviously, I didn't take that one. Photo courtesy of NASA. You can find more about Allen Mandelbaum here.

13 comments:

Jeanne said...

Beautiful indeed
Merry Christmas my friend
I love you
I love all you share
Love Jeanne

Jennifer Richardson said...

Drawing a little closer
to warm myself
beside these flames.
I love your fireside:) :)
-Jennifer

Diane said...

I love your blog, it's different and very exciting. I'll be back. Diane

S. Etole said...

Yes .. the warm glow of eternal love.

Suz said...

Oh that's beautiful
Merry Christmas Relyn
thanks for the many visits
and always for the good choices in poetry

Lisa said...

Happy Sunday to you Relyn! I hope you're enjoying the holiday season. : )

Marilyn said...

Vivid images~
Merry Christmas!
xoxo
Marilyn

Deborah Carr said...

Till seraphs swing their snowy hats,
And saints to windows run,
To see the little tippler,
Leaning against the sun!
Emily Dickinson

Have a little merry by the fire this season, Relyn...

Derrick said...

I remember you mentioning this book before and I enjoyed reading some of the poetic translation. I really must do something about it this time!

Kamana said...

that is a very interesting image. hope you are doing well, my friend.

Yolanda said...

I just wanted to stop by and tell you how much you inspire me and how much comfort I find here. You are very special and I hope you have a Merry Christmas.

Dorit said...

She is so distant now, the golden sun. Thanks for bringing her close through Ovid.

BrightenedBoy said...

So beautiful.

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