Monday's Poetry: "In Summer's Heat"

by Pa Rock
Poetry Appreciator

Today's selection by the Roman poet Ovid was penned two thousand years ago, or roughly during the time of Christ.  It is somewhat of a double entendre telling the story of man lying down to rest on a warm summer's afternoon and then entering into an even warmer sexual encounter.  "In Summer's Heat" serves as a reminder that the feelings and things we experience today are basically the same ones that our ancestors and others have been dealing with for thousands of years.

There is little that is new under the unrelenting sun.

Please enjoy the following bit of literary respite from our own summer's heat.

In Summer's Heat
by Ovid

In summer's heat, and mid-time of the day,

To rest my limbs, upon a bed I lay;

One window shut, the other open stood,

Which gave such light as twinkles in a wood,

Like twilight glimpse at setting of the sun,

Or night being past, and yet not day begun;

Such light to shamefaced maidens must be shown

Where they may sport, and seem to be unknown:

Then came Corinna in her long loose gown,

Her white neck hid with tresses hanging down,

Resembling fair Semiramis going to bed,

Or Lais of a thousand wooers sped.

I snatched her gown being thin, the harm was small,

Yet strived she to be covered therewithal,

And striving thus as one that would be cast,

Betrayed herself, and yielded at the last.

Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,

Not one wen in her body could I spy.

What arms and shoulders did I touch and see,

How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me,

How smooth a belly under her waist saw I,

How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh.

To leave the rest, all liked me passing well;

I clinged her naked body, down she fell:

Judge you the rest, being tired she bade me kiss;

Jove send me more such afternoons as this!