Metamorphoses. book II.

weeping to the engraved grave
lies neath which a ‘daring and high spirit’
by the river Eridanus,
Clymene
and the clement sisters
beat their bosoms;
the father hides his face under the robe —
a day’s old eclipse.

crescents four have waxed and down
the constant laments
continue still.
They move not,
budge not an inch
weeping,
as poplar by the Thames
these now by the Eridanus,
their amber beads
bestowing the brides of Italy.

The face hid within
burns,
blames Jove,
the son stealing bolt.

 

 


Shahzeb Ahkter

Photo credit: The Fall of Phaethon — Hendrik Goltzius (1558–1617)