Aphrodite sends envoys
Promachos Athena is no stranger to a challenge.
She's cold and unfeeling,
or she is a child, parthenos in infancy
or she is a lonely old hag, hiding from the world
These, like arachne, lies that Aphrodite spins.
For the rocks she throws don't ripple in Athena
The woman of the city, the patron of Socrates will not be shaken.
Like the building that holds her title,
she is sure and certain as stone in her course.
On the front line in every battlefield but one.
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Odes to the Erotes
PoetryA series of Love poems focusing on understanding and exploring the many different kinds of love. Focusing first on the seven love gods, the Erotes, then on forms of love in the greek language, and finally in famous romances of the greek gods. This...
