Aphrodite the Dark. Thanks to Sannion I got hold of this marvellous poetry which possesses the high quality of reflection.
Venus under the light of the Sun
Prefers roses and pretty little flowers
But Venus under the light of the Moon
Leaves aside her train of amorous sprites
To lull the shady ones out (with Hekate’s consent)
For, you see, Venus loves the poisons too
Was it not she who provided the apple
Knowing well the ancient Hag’s intent?
But, poisons do not always lead to death
Though they may give many wings
Their power alone seduces
And this makes them beloved of Venus
Who, on certain nights when she is dark
Her fairness gone away, rides
With phantom cavalcades
And whoso chances upon this sight
The Lady offers a green kiss
But the touch of her alone is poison
So Venus wanders the night
In search of one that can drink
Of her love-poison
It makes me think of Aphrodite in a new way. I experienced her joy, her light heart, her beauty… but if she is of the sea, she possesses depths and shadows as intense as her light. Aphrodite, the moon, fertility’s extension in poison, seduction, intoxication, … a very wide range of study opens to me !