Showing posts with label LOVE PASSION. Show all posts
Showing posts with label LOVE PASSION. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2020

ABOUT THE MYTH OF VENUS APHRODITE



¡Oh goddess of love and beauty!
and of all feminine attributes;
born of the foam of the sea
that kisses the coastline of Cytherea.

Happy island, the Hours welcomed you
and in their diaphanous car they took you
towards Olympus the dwelling of the gods
where you left everyone speechless.

And there the laughter, the Graces and the games
were your companions, your courtship;
wearing a diadem of myrtle and roses
and doves and swans as escorts.

A girdle made it even more attractive
your sexy figure in her charms
with the force that in male–gods
you exercised in youthful power.

Jupiter the father to them all,
advised by the jealous Hera
—"mulier muliere lupa"— arranged your compromise  
to the ugliest of all around, Vulcan.

An unpresentable misshapen dwarf
all dirty from soot from the smithy
where he forged the weapons to the gods;
a funny couple you made by all accounts.

It didn't take long for others to comfort you,
among them Ares, let's say the "alpha male"
of that court of gods and heroes;
the prototype of testosterone.

Opposite poles you represented fully
the Yin and Yang contraries in fight
the feminine and masculine extremes;
and Sparks flew (from Hephaistos's anvil).

Tired already a little bit of fighting
you somewhat fickle noticed by chance
a well-endowed young man from Arabia:
the passionate hunter named Adonis.

So when living in an intense romance
the jealousy of the warrior awoke
—for violent Ares horns did not consent—
and plotted a revenge which is described
in three sonnets that the story relates. 

... 
Here now goes   "THREE SONNETS TO ADONIS"
...

Serve a stanza to summarize the facts:

"All without missing a year Aphrodite arrives
to the harmful place where her lover died,
mortal wounded by Ares that was cause 
of the wild boar of jealousy that thus reaped the rose” .

After his death —or rather murder—
the dea using her olympic influence
made him be like a god up in the skies;
his worship not included sacrifices
thus avoiding such bloody bad memories;
only incense and delicate perfumes.

Cry now with Venus in justice for a thing
that Adonis symbolizes as archetype:
lose youth when you bid the most;
although never worn away by time
as that the old adage here applies:
"he who the gods (or goddess) love dies young."








© albertotrocóniz / 14
Text: from “RITES, MYTHS, SYMBOLS”
Image: “Aphrodite between Mirths and Doves” 
from “DRAWING & PAINTING”

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Wednesday, February 14, 2018

LOVE IS TO LOOK…


Love is to look into the one in front
and discover astonished the message 
"I'm you", "you are me" ... oh how exciting
the bridges to each other is to walk!

then being conscious that behind the forms
—yours and mine apparently much different—
there is a high calling identity that asks
to join our mouths, our bodies, our souls:

fly high and high, so very steep afar
to timeless time, to the gardens beyond
where we were as a unit, there abaft
all love expressions, melted in pure silence.





© albertotrocóniz / 14
Texto: de “POEMS OF LAY LOVE”
Image: “Eros and Psique”,
A.Canova (1793), Louvre Museum


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Wednesday, December 11, 2013

CIRCE: IN PRAISE


The ancient pain that for long I believed
to have been cured, that twinge
of your memory visits me today
and it rushes every time I breathe

for your person from whom I walk away,
you at once very close and very present,
but now a cup of which I do not drink
dying of thirst at sea not having you.

You come to me in happy remembrance
of that time without time that we shared,
waterlogged in your eyes -those dark pits-
in front your slender bearing hypnotized.

And although initially I protected myself
with certain trick of the kind of those you used,
and although I had to threaten you
with my knife caressing on your face;

then as I former did at Troy with horse
I introduced my colt into your walls
and after causing a major burning fire
yielded resistance in the fortress pride;

afterwards the barriers being demolished
in your bed -a snowed battlefield-
in which both of us came out as winners
was just for playing to come to it again.

There your laughter urging me serpentine
then your soft hands feeling on my shoulders
with an intense aroma of violets
the weird enclosure perfuming with its scent

where you worked your magic and your cures
in applying the balsam to my wound;
then in I turn in payment referred
the adventures of my return to home.

Little by little increased mutual trust
between we two, the warrior and the sorceress,
convincing you my comrades to redeem
spellbound previously subdued to your gaze.

Man was for you no better than a pig,
lions or wolves just to increase swine herds
until at last when you arrived to know me
the mistaken idea my love changed.

With sex at nights that populated visions
of arcane realities that were unveiled then
when full of passion embarked our bodies:
lunar spacecraft released to the dark.

Years passed, perhaps they were millennia,
-as it is known: that intercourse is death-
until I felt the call of destination,
returning home to the arms of Penelope.

I see a current pouring out of my chest
that turns to you and it is bloody painful,
as it is love that right now is frustrated
deprived of his drug, and worse, his hope.

Doomed to row alone crossing the sea
the froth of waves splash in my obsession
reaching to me former images from you;
from Eea island to my home in Ithaca,
thy remembrance now accompanies me.




© albertotrocóniz / 13
Text from: "POEMS OF LAY LOVE” 
Image: “Circe and Ulysses”, Edmond Dulac (1882-1953)
from: "PINACOTECA”

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Saturday, July 7, 2012

FEAR OF YOUR REENCOUNTER IN A SONNET



It was a day of bitter farewell
that made my love from you fly break
and for my soul to turn away mistreated,
in your oblivion forgetting being loved.

Oh wound of love, now I fear that the scar
done by your eyes is due to open again
closed for some time, deemed anew to bleed,
in this reencounter to be utterly threatened.

I feel fearful and foresee will not obtain
the medicine so needed from your mouth,
nor will you satisfy in torture thirst;

at the foot of the source put to agonize again
while hearing your laughter in the stream
of a love that endures -I see- today.


© albertotrocóniz / 12
Text from: "POEMS OF LAY LOVE"
Image from: “TARO PAINTS”

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Tuesday, February 14, 2012

ETERNITY DEMANDS A CIRCUMSTANCE


Let's face the fact: we love each other;
yes, I have known when my eyes met
with your loved ones, so dark and deep,
where there I saw a light that´s also mine.

What is externally concealed by the body
a glance can not deny
because it´s from the depths a direct contact
of souls that want their windows open wide

and they have said to each other: "I know I love you"
beyond disguise, and our circumstances
that for the present time seem to be impossible;
but the fact is there, thus we shudder.

But what advantage is there for creatures
to recognize themselves as one in lofty orbits
if there is not to be further full fruition
of bodies, of the flesh? ...

in the mutual possession of each other,
in carnal fusion that takes both to the abyss,
to infinity, to the point where death
smashes all the barriers interposed, ...

and no longer it is me, nor you a girl
I met by chance, but only the Absolute.



© albertotrocóniz / 12
Text from: "POEMS OF LAY LOVE"
Image from: "TAROT", Arcana XI: "Strength / Lust"


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