A nice Veneralia surprise for me that fragment 2 is in Sapphic stanzas and is about my favorite subject, the divine feminine.
Diffuse here from Cretas to this very shrine
That’s sanctified to you, by graceful apples
In the sacred grove, where we burn frankincense.
Altars are smoking.
And the cold water flows its song through branches,
The floor all roses dances in the shadow,
Leaves convulse in extra-sensory death as
Your possession pours.
In the meadow spring releases its being,
The horse grazes whole heart into the earth,
Ecstasy breezes, the vapour of the goddess,
Honey plasma breathes.
Cretan Aphrodite! Pour your nectar gold
As our tongues yield softly to each sensation
And we taste of the ubiquitous ocean
In your gnosis cup.
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[Δεῦρύ μ'] ἄλλοι, Κρή[σ]ιαν πρὸς ἄλσος
[να]ίϊον, ὄππ[α]ι [τ]εάϊνον τ[ε] μέλιννον
[ἄλ]σος, ἐν δὲ βῶμοι θυμιά[η]νοι
λιβανώτῳ·
ἐν δ᾽ ὕδωρ ψῦχρον κελάδει δι᾽ ὔσδων
μαλίνων, βρόδοισι δὲ πᾶς ὀ χῶρος
ἐσκίαστ᾽, αἰθύσσομένων δὲ φύλλων
κῶμα κατέρρει·
ἐν δὲ λείμων ἰππόβοτος τέθαλεν
ἠρίνοισιν ἄνθεσιν, αἰ δὲ λῆναι
μέλλιχα πνέοισιν [---]
[ἔνθα σὺ Κύπρι]
βροσίαις ἐν χρυσίαισιν [κύλικες]
ἁβρώως [ ]
νέκταρ ἐγκεκραιμένον [ ]
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