Ekphrasis - Borghese Gallary
Apollo and Daphne: The myth of laurel leaves stands in the round, Two figures arched with stresses of a chase. A boastful god whose lustful heart was found, and nymph whose heart did hatred twine and case. O, Eros did the making of this art. He shot his bow, though present it is not. In stone, Bernini shines light on the heart And makes the gazers, too, feel they’ve been shot. Apollo, reckless in his state of mind Curls his palm about young Daphne’s waist. Though not soft skin was it that he did find, But bark that crept and slithered and defaced. Before his eyes, what Daphne was did flee, As she had asked her father for his aid. The river god did hear and took pity, And saved her from the sun god’s lustful shade. In eyes of Phoebus one can see the haze Of venom shot by Cupid’s fleeting bow. It’s fear and hope that mingle in the gaze of Daphne as roots from her toes do grow. The wind that floats their marble locks aloft, Will ...
