Friday, September 11, 2009

"Aw'd without virtue, without beauty charm'd"

Twas thus Calypso once each heart alarm'd,
Aw'd without virtue, without beauty charm'd;
Her tongue bewitch'd as oddly as her eyes,
Less wit than mimic, more a wit than wise;
Strange graces still, and stranger flights she had,
Was just not ugly, and was just not mad;
Yet ne'er so sure our passion to create,
As when she touch'd the brink of all we hate.

From "Epistles to Several Persons" by Alexander Pope.

A Fantastic Cave Landscape with Odysseus and Calypso, Jan Brueghel the Elder, c. 1616 (Click the image to enlarge)


chayaruchama said...

You sure know how to pleasure a gal ;-)

Mary said...
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Mary said...

Ok, let me try posting that again:

It's been a long time since I saw that Brueghel. Thanks, M!