A long time ago I fed you all, what seems to me now, a sloppy translation— it was the first song of Orpheus in Ovid’s Metamorphosis. I still think it is better than most translations, but it could use some tightening. It’s here.1
I am always thinking about Orpheus. I’m a New Orleanian— the city that produced the line “between grief and nothing, I will tak…
