Poem: ‘Pygmalion’
Derek Mahon, 27 January 1994
(Ovid, Metamorphoses, X, 243-277)
... Pygmalion watched these women, hard- featured and cynical, as they led their shameful lives and, sickened by the wickedness so generously given to their sex, he lived alone without a wife to call his own. Meanwhile, ingeniously, he wrought a maiden out of ivory, one lovelier than any woman born, and with this shape he fell in love. Alive, she seemed, and...