Poem: ‘Iphis’
Fleur Adcock, 7 April 1994
(Ovid, Metamorphoses, IX, 666-797)
But that’s nothing to what happened in Crete. Once upon a time there was a man called Ligdus, from near Knossos – a nobody, but freeborn, honourable and decent. His wife was pregnant. When her time was close, this is what he told her: ‘I pray for two things: a painless labour for you, and a son. Girls are more trouble, and I can’t...