J'ai fini ce livre, ce poeme en vers ovidiens, poeme latin d'une antiquite plutot tardive, de la cour de l'empereur Auguste du premier siecle d'ere chretien. It is difficult to speak namely to write about it since a lot of ink and of more inspired persons than me has been poured and who tried their pen and with success in their attempt to render the Ovidian world and their experience of it in their own writing sensibility and comprehension of this gem of poetic, historic and mythic texture. It is dazzling to read this immense poem in 15 Cantos ,unfinished, which are for themes Metamorphoses from the origin of Greco-Roman world taking it to the foundation of Rome by Aeneas. Work inspired by fortunes and misfortunes of the poet himself in the court of his emperor transposed under disguises of mythic figures lascivious and grabbing habits of the Romans rich patriarchs tougether with the court. But the poem is more than this It is a pledge of Art, a pledge, a cry of liberty , of recognition, of the wound that exists in man's or woman's interior , of their secret which remains under the cover of their their metamorphoses which came as punishement or as a refuge against the violence of the body, preserving and keeping intact the victim's despair and fear.
Work of beauty and dream in front of uncomprehended universe, both natural and human, it has never ceased to be a marvel,a wonder and a source of infinite pleasure for long and long periods in literary and human history.The Middle ages took hold of these poems making them their own cry of feminine liberty ot the poet's , to change her life of brutality of unwanted marriage , taking refuge in their metamorphoses and the imaginary they provided in the lovely bird of Phoenix which under the pen of Chretien de Troyes became the feminine Fenice, lovely woman who in the pen of Chretien de Troyes became the supreme locus amoenus of the lovely garden-tomb where time is arrested for lovers to enjoy under cover of death prepared as potion of death by the nurse from Thessalie.
Also Orphey and Euridice were immortalised in an English poem of Sir Orpheo in 14 th century, continuing thus this courteous dream in the garden of love Beautiful poems still fresh in their splendour keeping preserved secrets of life , death and creation and Art and Memory and Pain of Time passage.
Epoustouflante aventure , un voyage mythique ou songeur, dream- like which has become traumatic and frightening in Gothic and symbolist literature and in our XXth and XXst centuries as voyages into the hell of traunmatic and personal experience Great literature. Kafkian experience .
Supremelz artistic and poetic work of art