Saturday, January 14, 2012

it tires her to see the curve of heaven

                          the Aeneid of Virgil, book iv, L 620-622, 696-708, 715-722

then maddened by the fates, unhappy Dido
calls out at last for death; it tires her
to see the curve of heaven. 
but when beneath the open sky, inside
the central court, the pyre rises high
and huge, with logs of pine and planks of ilex,
the queen, not ignorant of what is coming,
then wreathes the place with garlands, crowning it
with greenery of death; and on the couch
above she sets the clothes Aeneas wore,
the sword he left, and then his effigy.
before the circling altars the enchantress,
her hair disheveled, stands as she invokes
aloud three hundred gods, especially
Chaos and Erebus and Hecate,
the triple-shaped Diana, three-faced virgin.
[Dido herself] close by the altars and about to die-
now calls upon the gods and stars, who know
the fates, as witness; then she prays to any
power there may be, who is both just and watchful,
who cares for those who love without requital.
                                                  " 
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