Attending an Augustan Banquet: Ovid Encounters Virgil
Apollo, carved from imitative stone,Surveys our table. None but he alone,I’d thought, whose arms reach out above our heads,Could dictate art, extract pure gold from lead.The ligaments, the veins, each supple curveIn every limb combine. What aim is served?Why, art, of course. In art, all parts are joined,Embodied into truths, and truths to nature shine! […]