The myth of Narcissus and Echo - Iseult Gillespie
Hera, queen of the gods,
was on the edge of her throne.
A mountain nymph named Echo,
renowned for her charm and chatter,
was regaling her with a sensational story.
But what Hera didn’t know
was that Echo was merely distracting her
while her husband, Zeus,
was frolicking about
with the other nymphs.
Unfortunately for Echo, Zeus got sloppy,
and Hera realized what was going on.
Enraged by Echo’s duplicity—
and powerless to stop
her husband’s adultery—
Hera decided to silence
the nymph for good.
From then on, Echo could no longer
enrapture listeners with her stories;
she could only repeat the last words
another said.
As her conversations became dull
and her company undesirable,
Echo grew dispirited.
One day, while Echo was drifting
through the woods,
she spotted a young man hunting deer.
It was Narcissus, the stunningly beautiful
son of a river god and water nymph.
After his birth, a seer had given
his mother a cryptic prophecy:
Narcissus would live a long life—
but only if he never really knew himself.
No one was sure exactly
what to make of this.
And, in the meantime,
Narcissus grew into a proud youth.
His good looks attracted many admirers.
But he preferred to amble through life
on his own
and left a trail of broken hearts
in his wake.
Seeing Narcissus there,
Echo was filled with longing.
Unable to initiate a conversation,
she walked after him.
Soon, Narcissus heard a rustle,
and called out,
“Who goes there? Who are you?”
Echo revealed herself,
but only repeated the word “you,”
making her tone as endearing as possible
as she went to hold him.
Agitated, Narcissus said,
“Let me go, I can’t stay.”
Echo could only counter
with a plea for him to do so.
Freeing himself from her embrace,
Narcissus snapped,
“I’d rather die than have you love me!”
To which Echo could only cry,
“Love me... love me.”
Narcissus told Echo once more
to leave him alone,
then faded from her gaze.
Echo wandered to a cave.
And gradually, her heart grew heavy
and her body frail
until all that was left of her
was her voice,
which the wind carried to vast,
empty places.
Forever after, it could be heard
reverberating through hollow caves
and rebounding across lonely clearings.
But this wasn’t even the first time
heartbreak over Narcissus
had proven fatal.
A young man named Ameinias had also been
cruelly rejected by Narcissus.
Before his death, he prayed to Nemesis,
the goddess of revenge,
that Narcissus would also one day
know the pain of love.
She heard Ameinias’ pleas and,
upon witnessing Echo’s fate,
decided that it would be
the final affront.
It was time for retribution.
So, Nemesis set Narcissus
towards a clear, glassy pool.
As he bent towards the water to drink,
he caught sight
of a hauntingly beautiful young man.
Never before had Narcissus
seen himself with such clarity.
He spent the day acquainting himself
with every glinting angle and glowing curl
then passed the evening
gazing at his reflection by moonlight
and sleeping with his fingers
grazing the water.
Days wore on, and Narcissus never parted
from his one true love.
When he reached out,
his double reached for him;
and when he leaned in to bestow a kiss,
he also tilted his face.
But when he tried to hold
the bewitching figure, it disappeared.
At last, Narcissus knew the agony
of unrequited love.
Eating and drinking nothing,
Narcissus too wasted away.
His neck ached from bending over the lake,
and his legs became rooted to the grass.
When the wood nymphs finally passed by,
all that was left of him
was a white and yellow flower
bending towards its reflection.
From then on, it was known as narcissus.
