Aphrodite, Her Theophany On Chios Poem by Daniel Brick
Aphrodite, Her Theophany On Chios
It was dawn when Aphrodite alone
entered our world. Time and Change
scattered before her august approach.
She stepped forth as from a mirror,
glittering, flashing, she seemed
to float across the marble floor.
A fountain cascaded with its columns
of water made more pure in the Goddess's
presence. She stopped at the edge
of the portico, and looked up
into the vanishing stars. Her eyes
connect the stillness of things above
and below. She stands or moves. It does
not matter which, it is the same poise,
the same serene presence. Her calm,
an ultimate calm, puzzled Creon of
Delos, a poet of the Creation Story.
Her beauty spread beauty everywhere,
and Creon's mind had expected only turmoil.
A silence had descended over the bustle
of a palace morning. Servants bowed
their heads, some fell to their knees.
The old men of the Council had witnessed
such a piercing of the fabric of the world.
Oh, some among these graybeards smiled,
they felt no fear, and their worshipful
stance pleased the Goddess. What they saw,
what everyone saw, was a benign presence, gentle,
pure, kind. Aphrodite glided across the floor
mosaic, and people heard the music of Aegean
waves, rolling back and forth. She trailed sweetness
wherever she went. The astonished people smelled
ichor and nectar long after she disappeared into ether.
There is no better poet on PH than Daniel Brick.. I would think this piece was written by an ancient Greek poet- except that it flows so much better than their ancient language flows for our modern ears. If I marked my favorite lines, I would simply copy and paste the entire poem all over again. You wield a magnificent pen, my friend.
She stepped forth as from a mirror, glittering, flashing, she seemed to float across the marble floor.- - - - - - - - - - -thank you for bringing her alive for us to see
She stopped at the edge of the portico, and looked up into the vanishing stars. Her eyes connect the stillness of things above and below. She stands or moves. It does not matter which, it is the same poise, the same serene presence. Her calm, an ultimate calm, - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - > I see her physically, I see her personality, I see her
Aphrodite glided across the floor mosaic, and people heard the music of Aegean waves, rolling back and forth.- - - - - - - - > perfect, perfect, perfect- and a little eerie being as hauntingly beautiful as it is
Loved reading the comments of adorable poets below along with this poem.
It was dawn when Aphrodite alone entered our world. Time and Change scattered before her august approach. She stepped forth as from a mirror, glittering, flashing, she seemed to float across the marble floor. A fountain cascaded with its columns of water made more pure in the Goddess's presence- - - - A great poem, a majestic representation of blissful beauty that changes every thing around it to pure joy!
Daniel, not as familiar with the myth as you, I choose to read this as an allegory of Love showing up in our lives. Indeed, time and change suspend. Indeed, we are drawn to it in worshipful attention. Indeed, the fragrance of ichor (I had to look this up) remains long after Love disappears. And how can we not cling to its memory, look forward to its next appearance? -Glen
what everyone saw, was a benign presence, gentle, pure, kind. Aphrodite glided across the floor.. mosaic, and people heard the music of Aegean.. waves.... //.... A very melodious ode to the legend of Aphrodite drawn from mythology. Thanks for this beautiful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 6:02:04 PM # 1.0.0.1119
This is a magnificent piece of work. Thanks so much, Daniel, for sharing it here. The classical references are precise and the imagery is beautiful. One of my favorite poems now.