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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=341631" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Demeter and Persephone</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Faint as a climate-changing bird that flies<br>All night across the darkness, and at dawn<br>Falls on the threshold of her native land,<br>And can no more, thou camest, O my child,<br>Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams,<br>Who laid thee at Eleusis, dazed and dumb,<br>With passing thro' at once from state to state,<br>Until I brought thee hither, that the day,<br>When here thy hands let fall the gather'd flower,<br>Might break thro' clouded memories once again<br>On thy lost self. A sudden nightingale<br>Saw thee, and flash'd into a frolic of song<br>And welcome; and a gleam as of the moon,<br>When first she peers along the tremulous deep,<br>Fled wavering o'er thy face, and chased away<br>That shadow of a likeness to the king<br>Of shadows, thy dark mate. Persephone!<br>Queen of the dead no more -- my child! Thine eyes<br>Again were human-godlike, and the Sun<br>Burst from a swimming fleece of winter gray,<br>And robed thee in his day from head to feet --<br>&quot;Mother!&quot; and I was folded in thine arms.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Child, those imperial, disimpassion'd eyes<br>Awed even me at first, thy mother -- eyes<br>That oft had seen the serpent-wanded power<br>Draw downward into Hades with his drift<br>Of fickering spectres, lighted from below<br>By the red race of fiery Phlegethon;<br>But when before have Gods or men beheld<br>The Life that had descended re-arise,<br>And lighted from above him by the Sun?<br>So mighty was the mother's childless cry,<br>A cry that ran thro' Hades, Earth, and Heaven!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So in this pleasant vale we stand again,<br>The field of Enna, now once more ablaze<br>With flowers that brighten as thy footstep falls,<br>All flowers -- but for one black blur of earth<br>Left by that closing chasm, thro' which the car<br>Of dark Aidoneus rising rapt thee hence.<br>And here, my child, tho' folded in thine arms,<br>I feel the deathless heart of motherhood<br>Within me shudder, lest the naked glebe<br>Should yawn once more into the gulf, and thence<br>The shrilly whinnyings of the team of Hell,<br>Ascending, pierce the glad and songful air,<br>And all at once their arch'd necks, midnight-maned,<br>Jet upward thro' the mid-day blossom. No!<br>For, see, thy foot has touch'd it; all the space<br>Of blank earth-baldness clothes itself afresh,<br>And breaks into the crocus-purple hour<br>That saw thee vanish.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Child, when thou wert gone,<br>I envied human wives, and nested birds,<br>Yea, the cubb'd lioness; went in search of thee<br>Thro' many a palace, many a cot, and gave<br>Thy breast to ailing infants in the night,<br>And set the mother waking in amaze<br>To find her sick one whole; and forth again<br>Among the wail of midnight winds, and cried,<br>&quot;Where is my loved one? Wherefore do ye wail?&quot;<br>And out from all the night an answer shrill'd,<br>&quot;We know not, and we know not why we wail.&quot;<br>I climb'd on all the cliffs of all the seas,<br>And ask'd the waves that moan about the world<br>&quot;Where? do ye make your moaning for my child?&quot;<br>And round from all the world the voices came<br>&quot;We know not, and we know not why we moan.&quot;<br>&quot;Where?&quot; and I stared from every eagle-peak,<br>I thridded the black heart of all the woods,<br>I peer'd thro' tomb and cave, and in the storms<br>Of Autumn swept across the city, and heard<br>The murmur of their temples chanting me,<br>Me, me, the desolate Mother! &quot;Where&quot;? -- and turn'd,<br>And fled by many a waste, forlorn of man,<br>And grieved for man thro' all my grief for thee, --<br>The jungle rooted in his shatter'd hearth,<br>The serpent coil'd about his broken shaft,<br>The scorpion crawling over naked skulls; --<br>I saw the tiger in the ruin'd fane<br>Spring from his fallen God, but trace of thee<br>I saw not; and far on, and, following out<br>A league of labyrinthine darkness, came<br>On three gray heads beneath a gleaming rift.<br>&quot;Where&quot;? and I heard one voice from all the three<br>&quot;We know not, for we spin the lives of men,<br>And not of Gods, and know not why we spin!<br>There is a Fate beyond us.&quot; Nothing knew.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Last as the likeness of a dying man,<br>Without his knowledge, from him flits to warn<br>A far-off friendship that he comes no more,<br>So he, the God of dreams, who heard my cry,<br>Drew from thyself the likeness of thyself<br>Without thy knowledge, and thy shadow past<br>Before me, crying &quot;The Bright one in the highest<br>Is brother of the Dark one in the lowest,<br>And Bright and Dark have sworn that I, the child<br>Of thee, the great Earth-Mother, thee, the Power<br>That lifts her buried life from loom to bloom,<br>Should be for ever and for evermore<br>The Bride of Darkness.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> So the Shadow wail'd.<br>Then I, Earth-Goddess, cursed the Gods of Heaven.<br>I would not mingle with their feasts; to me<br>Their nectar smack'd of hemlock on the lips,<br>Their rich ambrosia tasted aconite.<br>The man, that only lives and loves an hour,<br>Seem'd nobler than their hard Eternities.<br>My quick tears kill'd the flower, my ravings hush'd<br>The bird, and lost in utter grief I fail'd<br>To send my life thro' olive-yard and vine<br>And golden grain, my gift to helpless man.<br>Rain-rotten died the wheat, the barley-spears<br>Vere hollow-husk'd, the leaf fell, and the sun,<br>Pale at my grief, drew down before his time<br>Sickening, and tna kept her winter snow.<br> Then He, the brother of this Darkness, He<br>Who still is highest, glancing from his height<br>On earth a fruitless fallow, when he miss'd<br>The wonted steam of sacrifice, the praise<br>And prayer of men, decreed that thou should'st dwell<br>For nine white moons of each whole year with me,<br>Three dark ones in the shadow with thy King.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Once more the reaper in the gleam of dawn<br>Will see me by the landmark far away,<br>Blessing his field, or seated in the dusk<br>Of even, by the lonely threshing-floor,<br>Rejoicing in the harvest and the grange.<br> Yet I, Earth-Goddess, am but ill-content<br>With them, who still are highest. Those gray heads,<br>What meant they by their &quot;Fate beyond the Fates&quot;<br>But younger kindlier Gods to bear us down,<br>As we bore down the Gods before us? Gods,<br>To quench, not hurl the thunderbolt, to stay,<br>Not spread the plague, the famine; Gods indeed,<br>To send the noon into the night and break<br>The sunless halls of Hades into Heaven?<br>Till thy dark lord accept and love the Sun,<br>And all the Shadow die into the Light,<br>When thou shalt dwell the whole bright year with me,<br>And souls of men, who grew beyond their race,<br>And made themselves as Gods against the fear<br>Of Death and Hell; and thou that hast from men,<br>As Queen of Death, that worship which is Fear,<br>Henceforth, as having risen from out the dead,<br>Shalt ever send thy life along with mine<br>From buried grain thro' springing blade, and bless<br>Their garner'd Autumn also, reap with me,<br>Earth-mother, in the harvest hymns of Earth<br>The worship which is Love, and see no more<br>The Stone, the Wheel, the dimly-glimmering lawns<br>Of that Elysium, all the hateful fires<br>Of torment, and the shadowy warrior glide<br>Along the silent field of Asphodel.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Alfred+Lord+Tennyson">Alfred Lord Tennyson</a><div class=q>
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All night across the darkness, and at dawn
Falls on the threshold of her native land,
And can no more, thou camest, O my child,
Led upward by the God of ghosts and dreams,
Who laid thee at Eleusis, dazed..."></div>
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