ποικιλόθρον’ ἀθανάτ’ Ἀφρόδιτα- part 2

Wounding Ares & Aphrodite by an aristeia not rooted in the arse of some boy.

Sappho was that Diomedes who founded better Cities than Troy

Methexis ain't Platonic. The Oikeoisis of a Nation

Aborts 'Individual Love Compacts'- to birth Civilization.

ποικιλόθρον’ ἀθανάτ’ Ἀφρόδιτα,

Such beauty as must burgeon from Nerites' shell and bone

Being, self nacreous Aphrodite, a never necrotic throne

Pearl! Pity this guileless Soul's God's wily daughter

Fend off Pain as the paideia Pan has taught her.

But come to me, if ever, away from me- far & beyond

Of aggravating cries you grow gravitationally fond.

Come, leaving your palace paternal

& Golden car's guilty circuit eternal

Twisting like Beauty's fowls as but owls trysting

All that is winged or Light's cage resisting

Night's feathered enfranchisement

Minerva as Spite's Advisement

For too fair in promise of a Love freer and gayer

I am mocked by my own answered prayer

Come now and take my first Love's wings

Assist Eros as me or see what she brings.

Solve what to me is dark- but not by compulsion

Bright! Ah e'er  brighter, thou in emulsion!

Sappho's brothers & Vaghambhrini's others

That, thou, Diomedes, by wishing to avenge Thersites

Wounded Vaak Ambhrini as Cyprian Aphrodite's 

Tyndarean oath, of, to Daridra Narayan, sloth,

Weds Gandhi's Bania, to Nehru's Iphigenia

Envoi

Prince! Rhodopi's sandal, Cinderella's slipper
Fit but the metrical feet of Logos as some stripper.

αλλα παν τολματον

To me, he, who facing thee, is unfazed by thy blithe, flowing, converse

Is that lithe Deity who erased my Death to live it in reverse

My breath, withered grass, is yet aglitter with dew

 Of the daring to let pass all knowing of You. 

Sappho 16

Some say it is the sudden sighting of massed ranks of hoplites, over-swarming the greensward, glittering in martial array

Others declare for the horsemen's thunderous dust cloud as it falls, like forked lightning, upon battle's melee
And then there are those who swear the spectacle of a vast Armada sweeping into view the most beautiful thing

This black earth affords a rhapsode to sing.

Yet, Helen, than Loveliness lovelier- withal, modest, dutiful-

Forsook her all for what she thought beautiful

A visage she loved- against her will.

As in memory alone I look my fill

On Anactoria's kindling glance & comely gait

Like Helen, perchance, Phantom, pawn of Fate

 Which must, in her beloved's dust, Beauty's myrmidons, as tithes enfold

Mowed down by Lydian chariots with scythes of gold.