Saturday, April 1, 2017

Saturday commute cxxxviii: To peace and quiet

Ovid relates, as Dryden retells,
how Jupiter and Mercury go hunt-
ing for a place to crash for the
night, and after being met with
many locked palaces, come to the
shed of Baucis and Philemon, hos-
pitable, but tellingly austere -

    Inured to want, their poverty they bore,
    Nor aimed at wealth, professing to be poor.
    For master or for servant here to call
    Was all alike, where only two were all.
    Command was none, where equal love was paid;
    Or rather both commanded, both obeyed.

    And up they held their hands and fell to pray'r,
    Excusing as they could their country fare.

Selected Poems
Steven N. Wicker and
  David Bywaters
  Baucis and Philemon
    out of the Eighth Book
    of Ovid's 'Metamorphoses'
Penguin Classics, 2001©

i  Alair Gomes, photo

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