omega: (decadent)
( Feb. 11th, 2009 05:22 pm)
I sing of Aphrodite, the lover's Goddess,
beautiful, gold-crowned, a blossom
riding the seafoam,resting on wind.
She comes ashore, and women
in gold bracelets meet her, bearing
silken garments for her lovely body,
copper rings for her shell ears,
chains of gold for her silver breasts.

They lead her from the seashore.
Do not look upon her! Your eyes
would dazzle from such beauty.
But you do not need to see her.
You already know her. It is she
who moves you in dance.
She is the music of your life.
Do you need to ask her name?
Call her Love. Call her Joy.
Call her Golden Aphrodite.
                                        -----Homeric hymn to Aphrodite


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