Ode to Maia
Here is the next submission to the Maia agon, courtesy of Deo Mercurio, who emailed me with this link today.
Seven are the daughters of Pleione,
whose stars bedazzle the winter sky—
most beautiful of all the seven
is Maia, daughter of Atlas.
She it is who rejoices in May flowers’ bloom,
the lengthening days, and the growing warmth.
She makes the heart to quicken
as desire swells in mortals’ souls—
and not in mortals’ alone, but you too,
thundering father Jove, could not resist her.
How did Jove effect his tryst with modest Maia,
dwelling in her cave in wind-swept Arcady?
Let none divulge what passed therein;
let none undo her wise discretion.
But all may know and celebrate her offspring,
glorious child of Maia, swift-footed messenger,
clever in his charming words,
subtle in his wily deeds—
for you, august Mercury, were born on Mount Cyllene,
born to gentle Maia, bedecked with flowers.
She it was first took you in her…
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