Believing his reflection to be another beautiful young man, Narcissus died on the riverbank transfixed, unable to tear himself away from own image; rejecting food and sleep and the attentions of the chatterbox nymph Echo. His body disappeared and the sweet flower which now bears his name grew in its place.
And she was doing her best to gain his attention, too!
ReplyDeleteI have a weakness for Narcisse. He's one of my favorite mythological characters because of his frailty of mind and obsessiveness.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to you !
And a beautiful flower it is!
ReplyDeleteOoooo~! Your white narcissus is gorgeous! Love the Waterhouse, too.
ReplyDeleteLovely. Always love to see anything about mythology, flowers, & paintings. Buon Pasquetta....xo susan
ReplyDeleteLove the story of Narcissus. The painting is dreamy. Now you have put me in the mood for mythology. Have a great week Hazel! Oh - we have both been in a Gerbera daisy mood I see. Aren't they happy flowers?!
ReplyDeleteCatherine
happy belated Easter!
ReplyDeleteand what makes the narcissus flower even more enticing, is how it scents the air of a spring day...Your photograph is really nice. What makes blogs great is how this kind of beauty can so easily be shared! Sometimes I wish there could be another name for "blog", the word doesn't fit with "beauty."
Your images illustrate your sweet short explanation of how the flower came to be called. So nice.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter to everyone too.
ReplyDeleteand Beth, blog is a silly word isn't it. How about monograph. Sherlock Holmes wrote monographs. Or maybe Daily Chronicle.