For while she spoke, the ground began to rise,
And gather'd...



For while she spoke, the ground began to rise,
And gather'd round her feet, her legs, and thighs;
Her toes in roots descend, and spreading wide,
A firm foundation for the trunk provide:
Her solid bones convert to solid wood,
To pith her marrow, and to sap her blood:
Her arms are boughs, her fingers change their kind,
Her tender skin is harden'd into rind.

-- Ovid, "Metamorphoses"
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Published on August 27, 2014 13:56
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