Open the Homeric Hymn to Demeter and enter the Nysian meadow, naming roses, crocuses, and beautiful violets . . . irises too, and hyacinths. Avoid narcissus, that sweet temptation, unless you want a seat at Haides’ banquet. If you have time, pass by the olive-trees bearing their splendid fruits, and you’ll hear Persephone’s echoing cries.
he clasps the maiden
tightly in his chariot
the four black steeds
gallop back to the palace
of dust and ashes
growing used
to his ways, and
his three-headed hound,
she stokes the flickering
fires of oblivion
the dark-haired lord,
on an ebony throne,
polishes his helmet
while Demeter braids
a wreath for his door
the taste
of the seed seals
Persephone’s fate:
misty darkness
and vines of the earth
.tightly in his chariot
the four black steeds
gallop back to the palace
of dust and ashes
growing used
to his ways, and
his three-headed hound,
she stokes the flickering
fires of oblivion
the dark-haired lord,
on an ebony throne,
polishes his helmet
while Demeter braids
a wreath for his door
the taste
of the seed seals
Persephone’s fate:
misty darkness
and vines of the earth
.
Matter in italics is borrowed from “The Homeric Hymns” by A. N. Athanassakis
by Dru Philippou
Taos, New Mexico
Matter in italics is borrowed from “The Homeric Hymns” by A. N. Athanassakis
by Dru Philippou
Taos, New Mexico
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