The Weaving Contest
(a found poem)
Minerva could find no fault
with the work, not even Envy herself could. Angered
by Arachne's success, the golden-haired
goddess tore up the embroidered
tapestry with its stories of the gods'
shameful deeds. With the boxwood shuttle
she beat Arachne's face
repeatedly. In grief Arachne
strangled herself, stopping
the passage of life with a noose. Minerva
pitied her as she was
hanging and raised her
up with these words: Stubborn girl, live,
yet hang! And to make you anxious
for the future may the same punishment
be decreed for all
your descendants.
With these words
Minerva sprinkled her with the juice
of a magic herb. As the fateful liquid
touched her, Arachne's hair
dropped off; her nose and ears
vanished, and her head
was shrunken; her whole body was
contracted. From her side
thin fingers dangled for legs, and the rest
became her belly.
Yet still from this
she lets the thread
issue forth and,
a spider now, practices
her former weaving art.
I took this from Classic Mythology (3rd Edition), edited by Mark
P.O. Morford and Robert J. Lenardon. It was a textbook from a humanities
class in college and now a much-beloved part of my book collection,
kept on the shelf next to poetry collections, books of names, and books
on writing, music and art. I broke the lines in order to draw attention
to the parts of the passage that I feel are most important, as well
as paying attention to the music of the language. Read it aloud to see
what I mean.