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meanwhilepoetry · 1 year
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When we speak of Orpheus, we remember him as the boy who could charmed his way into the underworld with his music. The boy who convinced even the dread king and queen of the dead to give him his lost love back. The boy who lost the love of his life due to his own folly, he looked back, he looked back when he shouldn't have. His grief takes up all the pages we can give him, he tells us his story and we mourn at his side. But less is spoken of Eurydice. The girl who lost her life so cruelly on her wedding day. The girl who never stopped hoping that the boy she loved would find her even in this cold place, he would find her because their love was stronger than death itself. There is little said of her utter betrayal to see her only second chance at life bartered for an impatient glance.  Perhaps it is easier to know Orpheus' mortal grief than it is to acknowledge Eurydice's eternity of devastation. After all, dead women can tell no stories. And even if they could, the world has already been taught not care.
Eurydice, Nikita Gill
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eldritchbathtub · 2 years
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Mesmerized
Wildflowers bloom around you,
Enchanting forest fairy,
Not to be forgotten,
A creature of trickery
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ragcity · 3 months
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Fractured
This slipper once fit, but I believe it has chipped.  Perhaps we were only meant  to dance until Midnight,  not for three years.  Our dance was complicated,  yet all too desirable to end  too soon. * Now I’ve turned back  into a pumpkin, wondering if my prince is scouring the country to find his one true love. Now, I’m wondering, is she me? Or does another have a shoe without…
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katerinaaqu · 29 days
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Isn't it freaking adorable how both Odysseus and Penelope could remember down to exact detail what clothing she had packed for Odysseus before he left for war even 20 years later?!
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And she packed them herself. She didn't use the help of any servant or slave to do it. She wanted to prepare her husband herself. What is even more is that all the clothes were of vibrant colors which had me thinking;
What if Penelope deliberately prepared vibrant colored clothes for Odysseus solely so that she could see him from afar for as long as possible?! And man I can so imagine her doing the same! Like standing on the top of the hill where the palace is, wearing a vibrant dress that floats in the wind, holding baby Telemachus in her arms and watch Odysseus's bright tunic on the ship and Odysseus turning his head to look up at that aetherial figure on the hill almost leaning over the ship to see her JUST FOR A LITTLE LONGER until he cannot see her anymore and this is where he keeps looking at his island becoming smaller and smaller to the horizon, shedding tears of goodbye
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Man ninjas are cutting onions around me again!!!
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louisegluck · 2 years
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Louise Glück, from “A Myth of Devotion.”
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luvrdotcom · 6 months
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Some quotes I loved from "Circe" by Madeline Miller
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“I did not pretend to be a mortal. I showed my lambent, yellow eyes at every turn. None of it made a difference. I was alone and a woman, that was all that mattered.”
“I had once told Daedalus that I would never marry, because my hands were dirty, and I liked my work too much. But this was a man with his own dirty hands.”
“Odysseus, son of Laertes, the great traveler, prince of wiles and tricks and a thousand ways. He showed me his scars, and in return he let me pretend that I had none.”
“A dozen times grief had scorched, but its fire had never burned through my skin. My madness in those days rose from a new certainty: that at last, I had met the thing the gods could use against me.”
“Our faces are both lined now, marked with our years. I listen to his breath, warm upon the night air, and somehow I am conforted. This is what it means to swim in the tide, to walk the earth and feel it touch your feet. This is what it means to be alive.”
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luthienne · 1 year
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Jack Gilbert, from Collected Poems; "County Musician"
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sfsolstice · 2 months
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albert camus, the myth of sisyphus
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letalis-psyche · 10 months
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the unloved nymph (Circe Seeks Love)
Finally braving and posting some of my Graduation Project over here. This comic is based on a poem I wrote about Circe, my absolute favourite figure from Greek Mythology.
The comic shows glimpses of her story (Glaucus and Scylla, Odysseus, and one of her sons, Telegonus)
I have also made an animation for this project but im too shy to share it here. I know I've mostly been posting fanart so I don't want to flood with my nerd Greek Mythology content.
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eve’s ransom (1895) - george gissing
“pspspsps”
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crown-eats-rocks · 2 months
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hear me out guys but aot would make such a good epic poem. greek mythology style? that shit would go so hard styled as a classic tragedy. cmon. the fixed narrative with eren? the "standing atop my mountain of corpses" with erwin? the doomed lover in mikasa? the miserable survivor in levi and reiner??? the fulfilling a cycle in armin??? the born and bred into hate in literally every marley warrior (most notably, gabi)?????
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meanwhilepoetry · 2 years
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1. This is how the story goes. A boy raised in captivity falls in love with a sun he sees for the first time, flies too close thinking he can possess it, doesn't listen to a father's warning and plummets into the sea. His father grieves, so everyone grieves. The story is immortalised in the boy's blood, a tale passed down with silkdelicate care through eternity. 2. There is another story. In it a boy asks too many questions, lusts too much for more, dares to question his father's authority. He is banished from the skies, sent falling from the heavens but he does not die. Instead he is named ruler of all that is cruel, painful and wretched with the world. No one grieves for this boy, as he is deemed the root of all evil. 3. It is the way of the universe for boys to disobey their fathers, for children to question what they know and want more, more from their lives. 4. The way a father chooses to love after this happens is how the story is told. 5. This is the reason everyone weeps for Icarus. 6. It is also the reason no tears were ever shed for Lucifer.
Icarus and Lucifer, Nikita Gill
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maeo-png · 7 months
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Simon Petrikov, Healing, Self-love, and a smidge more of Greek mythology if you really squint
“Ulysses” poem excerpt by Alfred Tennyson // Fionna and Cake Episode 10 “Cheers” // “Exitlude” by The Killers // “Cheers” // “Talk To Me” by cavetown // “a poem traveled down my arm” by Alice Walker // “Cheers” // “Ulysses” book by James Joyce
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blvvdk3ep · 3 months
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Don't mind me I'm just gonna stand in this corner and lose my mind over Joseph of Exeter's poem "De Bello Troiano" where Patroclus' severed head whispers, "Ultor ubi Aecides?" (Where is Achilles, my avenger?") after Hector slays him
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katerinaaqu · 30 days
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Now Odysseus getting inked is one of the most random and in a way cute headcannons ever! 😆
Like:
Agamemnon: Hey, Menelaus. Where is Odysseus? Cannot find him anywhere
Menalaus: Probably by the ships. It was resupply day today.
Agamemnon: But that was hours ago. What on earth is he doing?
Menelaus: Yeah you are probably right let's go and check it out
*They find Odysseus on the beach sitting on a rock while a Scythian probably covered in tattoos of his people is tattooing his upper arm*
Agamemnon: Odysseus, what in the gods' names are you doing?
Odysseus: Oh, can't you see? I am getting a tattoo from this man. He is very good actually.
Agamemnon: Seriously?! We are at war and this is a military camp!
Odysseus: Don't worry, he's cool. I checked.
Menelaus: But weren't you wounded a couple of days ago? Surely shouldn't you be taking it easy? I know they call you "equal to gods" but you ain't immortal
Odysseus: No worries. I am accustomed to pain. This is nothing.
Agamemnon: Even so! That is not a king's behavior. What is wrong with you?!
Odysseus: Why not? Besides look!
*shows his half-done olive branch tattoo*
Odysseus: Olive for my homeland, flowers for my wife and the bittersweet fruit is my dear Telemachus. I want my family with me. I might die tomorrow and my body will not be buried to my land. I want my family with me to the funeral pyre...
Menelaus: *sniffing loudly* You know, brother, you have to admit that is the most fucking adorable thing ever!
Agamemnon: Humph! Whatever! *turns around to hide a manly tear*
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Even better imagine the funny and adorable interaction with Penelope! Hahahahaha like:
Penelope: *sees the tat when she prepares Odysseus for bed* Darling...what is this exactly?
Odysseus: *innocently looking for he had forgotten he had it* Oh, this? I got it at war...
Penelope: But but...this isn't exactly the most...noble behavior isn't it?
Odysseus: Well...it wasn't very "noble" where I was, Penelope but still look here...
*touching the branch*
Odysseus: Olive branch for our homeland...our bed and palace...
*tracing the tiny flowers*
Odysseus: Flowers for my beautiful wife, whom I longed for, for years
*pointing the olives*
Odysseus: the sweet fruit of my dear Telemachus whom I never saw growing and this...
*touching a tiny detail that looks like the silhouette of a bird*
Odysseus: The bird, the swallow coming home is me. I swore to come back to you no matter what I would need to do. Back to our land and our sweet Telemachus
*Penelope smiling now touched and embraces his neck*
Penelope: I still am not sure that I like this idea but it looks good because it is you who has it...
Sorry guys hahahaha 😆 random cheesy brainstorming. Blame my dialog with @aaronofithaca05 for it hahahaha 😆
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words-and-coffee · 1 month
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You smell of death. Everything about you  is an endless goodbye
Nikita Gill, Great Goddesses: Life Lessons from Myths and Monster - Demeter To Hades (A Mother's Fury)
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