Aphrodite Poem by Gerhard Falkner

Aphrodite, at whose command animals couple
her thighs like those of the finest Attic stallions
and dressed in robes as if sprayed with Botticelli
(their swirls reflecting her inner agitation)
Aphrodite, as if in a dance, obeying her impulses
toward battles bold, toward rock 'n' roll
places on the giant's neck-he whose beauty shocks
the very marble out of its repose−her sandaled foot
as if he were a butchered dog, pulling the lance
from his body as if in dance. You think to yourself
Perseus could have used these thighs
when the Gorgons hounded him; but think again
Perseus had these very thighs, from rock 'n' roll
The entire secret always lies in the larger
connections. The women who fight their way as goddesses
through the frieze are equal to the men in strength
though not superior in beauty
(a truly Greek and grand idea)

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