Ovid old.(New Poems)(Brief Article)(Poem)

 
Ovid old 
 
        As a pale gauze 
   rose over Asia, he awoke 
      surrounded by, not Rome, 
        but huts, hanging 
   like tattered effigies of home 
      from threads of cedar smoke; 
 
        Europe was dark. 
   The woman by him also woke, 
      gently helped him to stand, 
        wrapped him in fur, 
   and led him outside by the hand 
      to see the sun's great yolk 
 
        push up against 
   the horizon's rim. After it broke 
      and bled into the bowl 
        of the Black Sea, 
   it rose again, transformed and whole. 
      For minutes, neither spoke. 
 
        "Time," he ...