posted March 16, 2012 08:44 AM
here is the poem that made me love Venus that much more:~~ Life-stirring Venus, mother of Aeneas and of Rome,
Pleasure of men and gods, you make all things beneath the dome
Of sliding constellations teem, you throng the fruited earth
And the ship-frighted sea- for every species come to birth
Consieved through you, and rises forth and gazes on the light.
The winds flee from you, Goddess, your arrival puts to flight
THE CLOUDS OF HEAVEN,
For you, the crafty earth contrives sweet flowers,
For you, the oceans laugh, the skies peacful after showers,
Awash with light. For soon as morning wears the face of spring,
And the West Wind is free and freshens, warm and quickening,
The airy tribe of birds, O Holy One, is first to start heralding your approach,
Struck with your power through the heart;
Then beaasts, the wild and tame alike... so eagerly does each pant for you, so do they heed,
Caught in the chains of love, and follows you wherever you lead.
Of birds, and greening meadows, your delicous yearning goads
The breast of every creature, and you urge all things you find
Lustily to get new generations of their kind.
Because alone you steer the nature of things upon its course,
And nothing can arise without you on light's shining shores,
And nothing glad or lovely can be fashoned,
I invite
You Goddess, stand beside me, be my partner as i write
The Nature Of Things.... ~~
Meanwhile, Holy One, both on dry land and on the deep,
Make the mad machinery of war drift off to sleep.
For only you can favour mortel men with peace, Since Mars,
Mighty in Arms, who oversees the wicked works of wars,
Conquered by Love's everlasting wound, SO OFTEN LIES
UPON YOUR LAP, AND GAZING UPWARDS, FEASTS HIS GREEDY EYES
ON LOVE, HIS MOUTH AGAPE AT YOU, FAMED GODDESS, AS HE TIPS
BACK HIS SHAPLEY NECK, HIS BREATH HOVERING AT YOUR LIPS.
AND AS HE LEANS UPON YOUR HOLY BODY, AND YOU REACH
YOUR ARMS AROUND HIM, LADY, SWEET TALK HIM WITH HONEYED
SPEECH,
PLEADING FOR A QUITE PEACE FOR ROMANS- THIS I ASK
FOR I CANNOT WITH EASY MIND PERFORM MY CHOSEN TASK,
Nor can the noble secion of the Memmii fail to heed
The call to duty, WHEN OUR LAND IS IN HER HOUR OF NEED....
~~For I now begin to make
My discourse on the lofty law of gods and heaven above,
And shall reveal the building blocks all things are fashoned of,
Nature's prime particles, from which she nourishes and grows
All things, and into which once more she makes them
decompose~~
from LUCRETIUS: The Nature Of Things