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)
3 comments:
You sure know how to pleasure a gal ;-)
Ok, let me try posting that again:
It's been a long time since I saw that Brueghel. Thanks, M!
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