“And now the measure of my song is done:
The work has reached its end; the book is mine,
None shall unwrite these words: nor angry Jove,
Nor war, nor fire, nor flood,
Nor venomous time that eats our lives away.
Then let that morning come, as come it will,
When this disguise I carry shall be no more,
And all the treacherous years of life undone,
And yet my name shall rise to heavenly music,
The deathless music of the circling stars.
As long as Rome is the Eternal City
These lines shall echo from the lips of men,
As long as poetry speaks truth on earth,
That immortality is mine to wear.” Ovid - 'Metamorphoses'
Happy 2057th birthday Publius Ovidius Naso!
Here are my beaten up copies of his famous Metamorphoses and Ars Armatoria which I studied in depth in uni. They are both obviously fantastic but my favourite work of his is his lesser know Heroides. The Heroides is a series of letter from the oft ignored perspective of the heroines of Greek literature to their lovers. It features letters from Penelope to Odysseus, Dido to Aeneas, Ariadne to Theseus and Medea to Jason amongst others. If you haven't read it, I thoroughly recommend it as a unique look into these women's lives. ️