Being a fan of literature, I just had to share one of my favorite Shakespearean sonnets. :)
Sonnet 6
"Then let not winter's ragged hand deface in thee thy summer ere thou be distilled. Make sweet some vial; treasure thou some place with beauty's treasure ere it be self-killed. That use is not forbidden usury which happies those that pay the willing loan; that's for thyself to breed another thee, or ten times happier be it ten for one. Ten times thyself were happier than thou art, if ten of thine ten times refigured thee: then what could death do if thou shouldst depart, leaving thee living in posterity? Be not self-willed, for thou art much too fair, to be death's conquest and make worms thine heir."
Friday, December 6, 2013
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Homeric Hymn
Homeric Hymn to Athena:
"Of Pallas Athene, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves the deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go out to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune with happiness!"
"Of Pallas Athene, guardian of the city, I begin to sing. Dread is she, and with Ares she loves the deeds of war, the sack of cities and the shouting and the battle. It is she who saves the people as they go out to war and come back. Hail, goddess, and give us good fortune with happiness!"
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph
To A Friend Whose Work Has Come To Triumph
By Anne Sexton
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; and here are the shocked starlings pumping past and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings! Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling into that hot eye. Who cares that he fell back to the sea? See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.
By Anne Sexton
Consider Icarus, pasting those sticky wings on, testing that strange little tug at his shoulder blade, and think of that first flawless moment over the lawn of the labyrinth. Think of the difference it made! There below are the trees, as awkward as camels; and here are the shocked starlings pumping past and think of innocent Icarus who is doing quite well: larger than a sail, over the fog and the blast of the plushy ocean, he goes. Admire his wings! Feel the fire at his neck and see how casually he glances up and is caught, wondrously tunneling into that hot eye. Who cares that he fell back to the sea? See him acclaiming the sun and come plunging down while his sensible daddy goes straight into town.
Wednesday, November 6, 2013
Injustice
It is an injustice that Greek goddesses have to participate in a mortal thing such as school. We should at least be allowed to dictate what is required of us. What good is it to be a goddess if you can't bend the rules now and then? Don't get me wrong, I love school; but that exam I had to take today was brutal. I could have done with out that. You would think that being the daughter of Zeus would allow for some special privileges. I know that I'm suppose to be the "goddess of wisdom" and technically it would be wise to go through my years of school without complaining. But I don't always feel like being wise. Every now and then I just want to act like the mortals that are my age. Anyway, I don't really have that much to say. I just needed to vent.
Laters!
Athena
Laters!
Athena
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