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:
Beautiful indeed
Merry Christmas my friend
I love you
I love all you share
Love Jeanne
Drawing a little closer
to warm myself
beside these flames.
I love your fireside:) :)
-Jennifer
I love your blog, it's different and very exciting. I'll be back. Diane
Yes .. the warm glow of eternal love.
Oh that's beautiful
Merry Christmas Relyn
thanks for the many visits
and always for the good choices in poetry
Happy Sunday to you Relyn! I hope you're enjoying the holiday season. : )
Vivid images~
Merry Christmas!
xoxo
Marilyn
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...
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!
that is a very interesting image. hope you are doing well, my friend.
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.
She is so distant now, the golden sun. Thanks for bringing her close through Ovid.
So beautiful.
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