The tale of Pyramus and Thisbe is one of those ancient stories that just sticks with you because of how heartbreakingly avoidable the tragedy feels. These two young lovers lived in neighboring houses in Babylon, separated by a wall, and their families forbade them from being together. They communicated through a crack in that wall, whispering their love and planning to meet under a mulberry tree outside the city. Thisbe arrives first, but when she sees a lioness with blood-stained
Jaws (from a recent kill), she flees in terror, dropping her veil. The lioness mauls the veil, and when Pyramus arrives later, he finds it torn and bloody. Assuming Thisbe is dead, he stabs himself in despair. Thisbe returns, finds him dying, and upon realizing
what happened, takes his sword and joins him in death. The mulberry tree, once white, turns red from their blood—a symbol of their love and the futility of their families' feud. It's a story that makes you scream at the pages, 'Just talk to each other!' But that’s the point, isn’t it? Miscommunication and haste doom them, and the world changes because of it.
What gets me every time is the mulberry tree.
ovid paints it so vividly—this innocent bystander to their tragedy, forever
marked by their passion. It’s like nature itself mourns for them. And the fact that their families only realize their mistake after it’s too late… it’s a punch to the gut. Makes me think of all the modern stories that borrow from this, like '
romeo and juliet' or even anime like 'Your Lie in April'—where love is beautiful but fragile, and sometimes, the world just won’t let it survive.