Spring Waxing Bee Hiving Moon
Below freezing tonight, howling winds all day, gray clouds scudding across the sky. Ah, Minnesota in springtime.
A full day translating Ovid. I’m now down to verse 201, only 49 verses to go. I’ll probably make it before the end of the Titian show. The impetus here was to try and imagine what went through Titian’s mind. I know he probably used a corrupt translation, but I’ll still get some sense of the process he may have gone through as he moved this classic of Roman literature to a 2-d painting.
I can’t say it’s easy, but it is easier now than when I started. I’m getting what I want from it, a language learned and a book important to me embedded in my consciousness.
