Latona

in the gardens of the Palace of Versailles

The Latona Fountain in the Garden of the Palace of Versailles
Lycian peasants transformed into mud-pool animals by Latona's anger“The curse as soon as uttered took effect, and every one of them began to swim beneath the water, and to leap and plunge deep in the pool”, The Metamorphoses, Book VI, verses 333 to 381.

« one has to go straight to the top of Latona and make a break to consider Latona and the Lezards, the ramps, the Royal Alleyl&#39Allée Royale, the Apollol&#39Apollon, the canal then turn around back to see the Parterre and the château. »

As Louis (opens in a new tab)XIV (opens in a new tab) wrote in his “WayManière tode presentmontrer theles Gardensjardins ofde VersaillesVersailles”, from the palace western facade, along its central axe, after the thele Ornamental Pool Parterre d&#39Eau, enjoying the opening change of the horizon line, thele Latona Fountain and ParterreBassin et le Parterre de Latone appears。

Here is a fountain inspired by the opposition between Latona (opens in a new tab), that was to give birth, despite the persecution of goddess Juno (opens in a new tab), to twins, Apollo (opens in a new tab), god of the sun, Diana (opens in a new tab), goddess of the moon and the Lycian (opens in a new tab) peasants.

With the text written by Ovid (opens in a new tab) in The Metamorphoses (opens in a new tab), this opposition should probably comes closer to us.

Latona according to text of Book VI of the The Metamorphoses

333 There Latona, as she leaned

against a palm-tree—and against the tree

most sacred to Minerva, brought forth twins,

although their harsh step-mother, Juno, strove

to interfere.—And from the island forced

to fly by jealous Juno, on her breast

she bore her children, twin Divinities.

At last, outwearied with the toil, and parched

with thirst—long-wandering in those heated days

over the arid land of Lycia, where

was bred the dire Chimaera— at the time

her parching breasts were drained, she saw this pool

of crystal water, shimmering in the vale.

Some countrymen were there to gather reeds,

and useful osiers, and the bulrush, found

with sedge in fenny pools. To them approached

Latona, and she knelt upon the merge

to cool her thirst, with some refreshing water.

But those clowns forbade her and the goddess cried,

as they so wickedly opposed her need:

“Why do you so resist my bitter thirst?

The use of water is the sacred right

of all mankind, for Nature has not made

the sun and air and water, for the sole

estate of any creature; and to Her

kind bounty I appeal, although of you

I humbly beg the use of it. Not here

do I intend to bathe my wearied limbs.

I only wish to quench an urgent thirst,

for, even as I speak, my cracking lips

and mouth so parched, almost deny me words.

A drink of water will be like a draught

of nectar, giving life; and I shall owe

to you the bounty and my life renewed.—

ah, let these tender infants, whose weak arms

implore you from my bosom, but incline

your hearts to pity!”

it chanced the children did stretch out their arms

and who would not be touched to hear such words,

as spoken by this goddess, and refuse?

But still those clowns persisted in their wrong

against the goddess; for they hindered her,

and threatened with their foul, abusive tongues

to frighten her away—and, worse than all,

they even muddied with their hands and feet

the clear pool; forcing the vile, slimy dregs

up from the bottom, in a spiteful way,

by jumping up and down.—Enraged at this,

she felt no further thirst, nor would she deign

to supplicate again; but, feeling all

the outraged majesty of her high state,

she raised her hands to Heaven, and exclaimed,

“Forever may you live in that mud-pool!”

The curse as soon as uttered took effect,

and every one of them began to swim

beneath the water, and to leap and plunge

deep in the pool.—Now, up they raise their heads,

now swim upon the surface, now they squat

themselves around the marshy margent, now

they plump again down to the chilly deeps.

And, ever and again, with croaking throats,

indulge offensive strife upon the banks,

or even under water, boom abuse.

Their ugly voices cause their bloated necks

to puff out; and their widened jaws are made

still wider in the venting of their spleen.

Their backs, so closely fastened to their heads,

make them appear as if their shrunken necks

have been cut off. Their backbones are dark green;

white are their bellies, now their largest part.—

Forever since that time, the foolish frogs

381 muddy their own pools, where they leap and dive.

Ovid, The Metamorphoses, Book VI, verses 333 to 381.

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