by Brett Rutherford
Adapted from Julianus, Prefect of Egypt, The Greek Anthology, vi, 18, 20.
Lais,
in this mirror looking,
saw only Aphrodite.
Dim light, bright light,
year in, year out,
sorrows and lines
avoided her. The face
reflected there
seemed immutable.
in this mirror looking,
saw only Aphrodite.
Dim light, bright light,
year in, year out,
sorrows and lines
avoided her. The face
reflected there
seemed immutable.
She captivated Greece;
no mean feat
to make men bow
who had broken Persia
and crushed its shields
beneath their horses.
no mean feat
to make men bow
who had broken Persia
and crushed its shields
beneath their horses.
Now, suddenly,
she sees a hag,
dry lips, eye bags,
and a furrowed field
of ugly wrinkles.
A wig, face-paint,
she sees a hag,
dry lips, eye bags,
and a furrowed field
of ugly wrinkles.
A wig, face-paint,
lip gloss, all fail.
Men see, and look away.
Men see, and look away.
The mirror no more
a pretty liar, becomes
a detested object.
Wrapped in a scarf
she sends it off
as an offering,
inscribed:
a pretty liar, becomes
a detested object.
Wrapped in a scarf
she sends it off
as an offering,
inscribed:
"Cytherea, goddess,
Aphrodite, friend
of my undying youth,
receive this mirror,
a false round window
now. Refuse it not,
well-made and gilt.
Aphrodite, friend
of my undying youth,
receive this mirror,
a false round window
now. Refuse it not,
well-made and gilt.
Look now and then
upon your beauty, you
who have no dread
of Time, the destroyer."
upon your beauty, you
who have no dread
of Time, the destroyer."
