16
Feb
My soul would sing of metamorphoses.
But since, o gods, you were the source of these
bodies becoming other bodies, breathe
your breath into my book of changes: may
the song I sing be seamless as its way
weaves from the world’s beginning to our day.
I love this translation of Metamorphoses (by Ovid, trans. Allen Mandelbaum). PAACH was giving away its books and even though I’m trying to get rid of this stuff, I couldn’t help picking it up — it’s actually Bonny Tsang’s old book! What whaaaat!
