Excerpted from Ted Hughes (1930-1998) “Tales from Ovid: 24 Passages from the Metamorphoses,” published by Faber & Faber Ltd. 1997. (Copyright Ted Hughes)
Midas
Peasants crowded to gawp at Silenus —
The end product of a life
They could not imagine.
They chained him with flowers and dragged him,
In a harness of flowers, to their king, Midas,
As if he were some
Harmless, helpless, half-tapir or other
Charming monster.
When Midas recognised him,
And honoured him, fat and old and drunk as he was,
As the companion of Bacchus,
And restored him to the god,
Bacchus was so grateful
He offered Midas any wish —
Whatever the King wanted, it would be granted.
Midas was overjoyed
To hear this first approach, so promising,
Of his peculiar horrible doom.
He did not have to rack his brains.
A certain fantasy
Hovered in his head perpetually,
Wisfully fondled all his thoughts by day,
Manipulated all his dreams by night
Now it saw its chance and seized hi…


