Friday, 29 January 2010

Hymn to Aphrodite

Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee
Slay me not in this distress and anguish,
Lady of beauty.

Hither come as once before thou camest,
When from afar thou heard'st my voice lamenting,
Heard'st and camest, leaving thy glorious father's Palace golden,

Yoking thy chariot. Fair the doves that bore thee;
Swift to the darksome earth their course directing,
Waving their thick wings from the highest heaven
Down through the ether.

Quickly they came. Then thou, O blessed goddess,
All in smiling wreathed thy face immortal,
Bade me tell thee the cause of all my suffering,
Why now I called thee;

What for my maddened heart I most was longing.
"Whom," thou criest, "dost wish that sweet Persuasion
Now win over and lead to thy love, my Sappho?
Who is it wrongs thee?

"For, though now he flies, he soon shall follow,
Soon shall be giving gifts who now rejects them.
Even though now he love not, soon shall he love thee
Even though thou wouldst not."

Come then now, dear goddess, and release me
From my anguish. All my heart's desiring
Grant thou now. Now too again as aforetime,
Be thou my ally.

-Sappho

Wednesday, 20 January 2010

Courtesy of Dawn Black

Tender lover, blessed temptress, sacred whore
You to whom all pay homage
You before whom women weep and men pale
You great Goddess who blushes the cheek of the plainest maid
And sparkles the eye of the homeliest youth
At your touch does the belly of every female creature grow ripe
And bring forth new life
You bless us with tenderness and cursei us with madness
You flush our cheeks with pleasure
And wet them with tears
Yours is the power of joy and misery
Of companionship and loneliness
You break our hearts and make us whole
Through you, Oh Goddess, mighty and terrible
Do we reach out from within ourselves
Do we leave the safe shelter of our parents’ homes
To learn the ways of another
For good or for ill
And in so learning of another
We learn of ourselves
Those deep places of intense pleasure and intolerable pain
Through your rites, great mysteries are discovered
Through your rites, life is spawned anew
Even in the greatest destruction
In the darkest desolation
You bring forth life from the lowliest of creatures
You have touched me, Goddess
And blessed me in so many ways
Alli that I have desired, you have granted me, if only for awhile
And as each lover came to me, desiring
Seeing the glow within me that is the gift bestowed upon the luckiest and most ardent of your followers
I have discovered the divine joy of your rites
And as each left me, I suffered too
And in this joy and suffering, I have learned
Each one brought a new lesson
Each rite a new mystery
Each dance a new journey
And for this, Oh Goddess, I do thank you
And for your radiance, your kindness, your cruelty and your might
I do give you honor.

Friday, 8 January 2010

Friday's Flower

Apologies that Friday's Flowers have been missing for several weeks. Tanisha and I have both been very busy with the holidays and New Year. Now that we're in the New Year, we both plan to share more about Aphrodite and our paths with Her in the coming weeks and months.

For this Friday's Flower, a poem by Victor James Daley:-

Aphrodite

On a golden dawn in the dawn sublime
Of years ere the stars had ceased to sing,
Beautiful out of the sea-deeps cold
Aphrodite arose—the Flower of Time—
That, dear till the day of her blossoming,
The old, old Sea had borne in his heart.
Around her worshipping waves did part
Tremulous—glowing in rose and gold.
And the birds broke forth into singing sweet,
And flowers born scentless breathed perfume:
Softly she smiled upon Man forlorn,
And the music of love in his wild heart beat,
And down to the pit went his gods of gloom,
And earth grew bright and fair as a bride,
And folk in star-worlds wondering cried—
“Lo in the skies a new star is born!”

O Beloved, thus on my small world you
Rose, flushing it all with rosy flame!
Changing sad thoughts to a singing throng,
And creating the earth and the sky anew!
As Love you appeared—and, lo, you are Fame,
And, all my follies and sins despite,
You yet, Beloved, may see my light—
Small, but a star—mid the stars of song.