palfrey on 4 Apr 2001 13:49:25 -0000 |
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[Nettime-bold] yoking the chariot |
Many colored throned immortal Aphrodita, daughter of Zeus, wile-weaver, I beg you with reproaches and harms do not beat down O Lady, my soul But come here, if ever at another time My voice hearing, from afar You gave ear, and your father's home leaving ----golden --- you came yoking the chariot. And fair, swift doves brought you over the black earth dense wings whirring, from heaven down through middle air. Suddenly they arrived, and you, O Blessed One, Smiling with your immortal countenance Asked what hurt me, and for what Now I cried out And what do I want to happen most In my crazy heart. "Whom then Persuasion ..............to bring to you, dearest? Who Sappho hurts you? And if she flees, soon will she follow, And if she does not take gifts, she will give, If she does not love, she will love Despite herself" Come to me now, the harsh worry Let loose, what my heart wants to be Done, do it! , and you yourself be My battle-ally. _______________________________________________ Nettime-bold mailing list Nettime-bold@nettime.org http://www.nettime.org/cgi-bin/mailman/listinfo/nettime-bold