The Jalianwalla Bagh
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A BIRD IN HAND
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Apollo and Daphne (carved ivory, Coptic, Egypt, fifth century A.D)
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He would have said more (as the story goes), but the maiden pursued her frightened way and left him with words unfinished, even in her desertion seeming fair. The winds bared her limps, the opposing breezes set her garments aflutter as she ran, and a light air flung her locks streaming behind her. Her beauty was enhanced by flight. But the chase drew to an end, for the youthful god would no longer waste his time in coaxing words, and urged on by love, he pursued at utmost speed. . . . . But he ran the more swiftly, borne on the wings of love, gave her no time to rest, hung over her fleeing shoulders and breathed on the hair that streamed over her neck. Now was her strength all gone, and pale with fear and uttlely overcome by the toil of her swift flight, seeing the waters of her father’s river near, she cried: “O father, help!” if your waters hold divinity, change and destroy this beauty by which I pleased o’er well.” Scare had she thus prayed when a down-dragging numbness seized her limbs, and her soft sides were begirt with think bark. Her hair was changed to leaves, her arms to branches. Her feet, but now so swift, grew fast in sluggish roots, and her head was not but a tree top. Her gleaming beauty alone remained. ~ Page 51
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