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Elysium
Greek mythology
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Alternative Titles: Elysian Fields, Elysian Plain
Elysium, also called Elysian Fields or Elysian Plain, in Greek mythology, originally the paradise to which heroes on whom the gods conferred immortality were sent. It probably was retained from Minoan religion. In Homer’s writings the Elysian Plain was a land of perfect happiness at the end of the Earth, on the banks of the Oceanus. A similar description was given by Hesiod of the Isles of the Blessed. In the earlier authors, only those specially favoured by the gods entered Elysium and were made immortal. By the time of Hesiod, however, Elysium was a place for the blessed dead, and, from Pindar on, entrance was gained by a righteous life. Later writers made it a particular part of Hades, as in Virgil, Aeneid, Book VI.


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My Tribute poem

With Promise Of Entry, Elysium

Childhood, seeing from afar, candle burning bright
with courage, imagination seeing life through
always and forever the promise, heard each night-
walk a brave path, receive entry, as is your due,
heaven searching, whispers of two stars gazing back
honor true, never shall a God's power you lack.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
on battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, blessed child and great warrior born to be
father- war god, mother a nymph of the blue seas
as a child roaming forests, with sword and long spear
a hero born and one totally without fear,
star gazing- seeing death would come, Elysian fields
his destiny, gifting all of its golden yields.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, scarred and toughened, many battles fought
never surrendering, ever giving his all
a warrior true, there within Olympic feuds caught
steady and ever mindful of his final fall,
sky hunting, watching universe's resplendent glow
as decreed by the Gods- set to put on a show.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

Ajax, courageous warrior of Greek legend's fame
gifted with prowess of strength and courage to match
of Homer's Troy, that Greek hero, one and the same
always fated, for a Trojan war death to catch,
there on bloody soil, as Olympus had decreed
death claimed he, born of true and heroic Greek seed.

Elysium- open gates, paradise awaits.
On battlefields- glory, set by "Hands of the Fates".

R.J. Lindley, original version, May 9th, 1972
Rhyme, ( On Homer, Greek Mythology, Greek Warriors )
edited, and updated with link.. 8-18-2020

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1. Elysium

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Elysium
Greek mythology
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Alternative Titles: Elysian Fields, Elysian Plain
Elysium, also called Elysian Fields or Elysian Plain, in Greek mythology, originally the paradise to which heroes on whom the gods conferred immortality were sent. It probably was retained from Minoan religion. In Homer’s writings the Elysian Plain was a land of perfect happiness at the end of the Earth, on the banks of the Oceanus. A similar description was given by Hesiod of the Isles of the Blessed. In the earlier authors, only those specially favoured by the gods entered Elysium and were made immortal. By the time of Hesiod, however, Elysium was a place for the blessed dead, and, from Pindar on, entrance was gained by a righteous life. Later writers made it a particular part of Hades, as in Virgil, Aeneid, Book VI.

2. Ajax

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ajax_the_Great


Ajax the Great
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Ajax (/'e?d?æks/) or Aias (/'a?.?s/; Ancient Greek: Α?ας, romanized: Aías [aí?.a?s], gen. Α?αντος Aíantos; archaic ΑΣ?Α? [aí?.wa?s])[a] is a Greek mythological hero, the son of King Telamon and Periboea, and the half-brother of Teucer.[1] He plays an important role, and is portrayed as a towering figure and a warrior of great courage in Homer's Iliad and in the Epic Cycle, a series of epic poems about the Trojan War. He is also referred to as "Telamonian Ajax" (Α?ας ? Τελαμ?νιος, in Etruscan recorded as Aivas Tlamunus), "Greater Ajax", or "Ajax the Great", which distinguishes him from Ajax, son of Oileus (Ajax the Lesser).
Ajax is the son of Telamon, who was the son of Aeacus and grandson of Zeus, and his first wife Periboea. He is the cousin of Achilles, and is the elder half-brother of Teucer. His given name is derived from the root of α??ζω "to lament", translating to "one who laments; mourner". Hesiod, however, includes a story in "The Great Eoiae" that indicates Ajax received his name when Heracles prayed to Zeus that a son might be born to Telemon and Eriboea. Zeus sent an eagle (aietos - αετ?ς) as a sign. Heracles then bade the parents call their son Ajax after the eagle. Many illustrious Athenians, including Cimon, Miltiades, Alcibiades and the historian Thucydides, traced their descent from Ajax. On an Etruscan tomb dedicated to Racvi Satlnei in Bologna (5th century BC) there is an inscription that says aivastelmunsl, which means "[family] of Telamonian Ajax".[2]

Description

The Belvedere Torso, a marble sculpture carved in the first Century BC depicting Ajax.
In Homer's Iliad he is described as of great stature, colossal frame and strongest of all the Achaeans. Known as the "bulwark of the Achaeans",[3] he was trained by the centaur Chiron (who had trained Ajax's father Telamon and Achilles's father Peleus and would later die of an accidental wound inflicted by Heracles, whom he was at the time training) at the same time as Achilles. He was described as fearless, strong and powerful but also with a very high level of combat intelligence. Ajax commands his army wielding a huge shield made of seven cow-hides with a layer of bronze. Most notably, Ajax is not wounded in any of the battles described in the Iliad, and he is the only principal character on either side who does not receive substantial assistance from any of the gods (except for Agamemnon) who take part in the battles, although, in book 13, Poseidon strikes Ajax with his staff, renewing his strength. Unlike Diomedes, Agamemnon, and Achilles, Ajax appears as a mainly defensive warrior, instrumental in the defense of the Greek camp and ships and that of Patroclus' body. When the Trojans are on the offensive, he is often seen covering the retreat of the Achaeans. Significantly, while one of the deadliest heroes in the whole poem, Ajax has no aristeia depicting him on the offensive.


3. Olympus
(A.)
https://mythology.net/greek/greek-co...0mount%20often.


What Is Mount Olympus?
Mount Olympus is the mythical home of the gods in Greek mythology. According to authors, the mountain was created after the Titanomachy, the epic battle between the young gods, the Olympians and the older gods, the Titans. As a result of this battle, the Olympian victors created their new majestic home – Mount Olympus. It was shrouded from human eyes by clouds which constantly obscured its peaks. In Greece, you will also find a Mount Olympus, the tallest mountain in the country.

Description
The sacred mount was believed to have a temperate climate all year round, and mountain gorges lush with forests. The gods did not always reside in their paradise, however, and would depart or return from there via a gate of clouds guarded by the Horae, the goddesses of the seasons. Authors claim the tables in Zeus’ palace on Olympus were made of gold and were actually automatons, created by Hephaestus! They moved in and out of the rooms as required by the gods. Zeus’ throne was situated in the Pantheon, the meeting hall of the gods. It was also designed by Hephaestus and was constructed from black marble, inlaid with gold. Each of the gods had their own palace on the mountain, usually constructed of gold and marble, and situated in a gorge in the mountain peaks.

Inhabitants
All 12 Olympian gods resided at Mount Olympus: Zeus and his wife Hera, Athena, Poseidon, Artemis, Apollo, Demeter, Hester, Aphrodite, Hermes, Hephaestus and Ares. Since Hades resided in the underworld, he was not considered an Olympian god and did not visit the great mount often.

The nine muses, the daughters of Mnemosyne and Zeus, resided at the foot of the mountain. According to some sources, the goddesses were water nymphs and were responsible for the following: Clio – history; Calliope – epic poetry; Thalia – comedy; Euterpe – lyric poetry; Terpsichore – dance; Melpomene – tragedy; Erato – love poetry; Urania – astronomy; and Polyhymnia – sacred poetry.

The Olympians ruled Olympus until the monster Typhon attacked their stronghold. Typhon was allegedly a 100-headed fire-breathing dragon. When he attacked Olympus, the majority of the gods chose to flee, except for Zeus, Athena and Dionysus. Zeus was able to eventually defeat the giant monster with 100 lightning bolts, and banished him to Tartarus.

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https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mount_Olympus

Name and mythological associations

Muses' Plateau, with Stefani (the throne of Zeus) in the background
The origin of the name ?λυμπος Olumpos is unknown and usually considered of "pre-Greek" origin. In Homeric Greek (Odyssey 6.42), the variant Ο?λυμπος Oulumpos occurs, conceived of as the seat of the gods (and not identified with any specific peak). Homer (Iliad 5.754, Odyssey 20.103) also appears to be using ο?λυμπος as a common noun, as a synonym of ο?ραν?ς ouranos "sky". Mount Olympus was historically also known as Mount Belus, after Iliad 1.591, where the seat of the gods is referred to as βηλ[?ς] θεσπεσ?ο[ς] "heavenly threshold".[a]

In Ancient Greek religion and mythology, "Olympus" was the name of the home of the Twelve Olympian gods.[11] This was conceived of as a lofty mountaintop, and in all regions settled by Greek tribes, the highest local elevation tended to be so named; among the numerous peaks called Olumpos in antiquity are mountains in Mysia, Laconia, Lycia, Cyprus, Attica, Euboea, Ionia and Lesbos, and others. Thessalian Olympus is the highest peak in any territory with Greek settlement and came to be seen as the "Pan-Hellenic" representative of the mythological seat of the gods, by at least the 5th century BC, as Herodotus (1.56) identifies Olympus as the peak in Thessaly.

In Pieria, at Olympus's northern foot, the mythological tradition had placed the nine Muses, patrons of the Fine Arts, daughters of Zeus and the Titanide Mnemosyne.[12]

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Blog on: Mythology and Humanity, Literature Once Read In High School

(1.)

Of Mythology And The Tales Of The Seven Sisters



Man that walks beneath winds of searching doom

Ever seeking treasured filled rooms

Therein lusting for all and all the more

Drinking in war and its murderous roar.



From words of a wizen sage- what is Life

But a zagged cut from a rusty knife?



From the dregs of a poisoned chalice,

Whispers uttered in the king's palace

Seeds of pain laced with life-moans of dread

Within deep agonies of Hades' dead



From words of a wizen sage- what is Life

But a zagged cut from a rusty knife?



Forbidden, wretched agonies of Hades

Wondrous, bright glimmerings of the Pleiades

Asterope weeping in night skies above

Innocence ravaged, forcing her love.



From words of a wizen sage- what is Life

But a zagged cut from a rusty knife?



Stars and tales of damaged gods of old

Mankind believing such as it was told

Yet existing upon this floating speck

In greed's name, savaging earth, creating wrecks.



From words of a wizen sage- what is Life

But a zagged cut from a rusty knife?



Zeus striding across towering mountains

Commander of all life giving fountains

Once a wrathful god but now just a myth

Even He, Death cut with its mighty scythe.



From words of a wizen sage- what is Life

But a zagged cut from a rusty knife?


Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2021

Rhyme, ( Wondrous Tales From The School Literature Of My Youth )

Of Mythology and Humanity…

(With Tribute given to Homer) , ( "The Iliad And The Odyssey")

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(2.)

As Destiny And Fate, The Olympic Gods Destroyed



As time plays its ancient dirge

Did not Zeus fly down to sate his deep urge

Not as a fallen god among mere men

But ravenous pillager of women

In such depraved deeds man still gave way

Gathering in temples to his name pray

And blindness held its grip on mortal souls

Seen, fallacy mythology extols.



Ancient Greeks believed in such Olympic truths

As a model to mode their warrior youth

Praising the gods for their powerful might

Blinded to the truth denying true light

In Nature's beauty they saw god faces

Honoring such by Olympic races

Man raced forward and its folly found

Set about to Prometheus unbound.



The gods so angered swift were their wraths

Futile their standing in man's raging paths

O' pity the tale of Olympic fall

And Fate and Death's sad final curtain call

For mankind saw they were not truly gods

Left them to die as he stalwartly plods.



Wherein mankind found yet another way.

Leaving gods in temples bound to decay.



Robert J. Lindley, 3-12-2021

Rhyme, ( Wondrous Tales From The School Literature Of My Youth )

Of Mythology And Humanity…

(With Tribute given to Homer) , ( "The Iliad And The Odyssey")

Note:

Pleiades, in Greek mythology, the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione: Maia, Electra, Taygete, Celaeno, Alcyone, Sterope, and Merope. They all had children by gods (except Merope, who married Sisyphus).

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Pleiades

Greek mythology

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Pleiades, in Greek mythology, the seven daughters of the Titan Atlas and the Oceanid Pleione: Maia, Electra, Taygete, Celaeno, Alcyone, Sterope, and Merope. They all had children by gods (except Merope, who married Sisyphus).

mythology. Greek. Hermes. (Roman Mercury)

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The Pleiades eventually formed a constellation. One myth recounts that they all killed themselves out of grief over the death of their sisters, the Hyades. Another explains that after seven years of being pursued by Orion, a Boeotian giant, they were turned into stars by Zeus. Orion became a constellation, too, and continued to pursue the sisters across the sky. The faintest star of the Pleiades was thought to be either Merope, who was ashamed of loving a mortal, or Electra, grieving for Troy, the city of Dardanus, her son with Zeus.

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https://www.naic.edu/~gibson/pleiade...ades_myth.html

Pleiades Mythology

The mythology associated with the Pleiades cluster is extensive; Burnham alone devotes eight pages to the subject, and Allen more than twice that number (see references). Here only Greek legends are presented. Even so, these are manifold and often contradictory, being patched together from many different cultures over a long period of time. Further uncertainty is added by most Pleiads sharing names with otherwise unrelated mythological characters. So enjoy, but please do not consider this information to be infallible.

Possible Name Derivations

plein, `to sail', making Pleione `sailing queen' and her daughters `sailing ones.' The cluster's conjunction with the sun in spring and opposition in fall marked the start and end of the summer sailing season in ancient Greece.

pleos, `full', of which the plural is `many', appropriate for a star cluster.

peleiades, `flock of doves', consistent with the sisters' mythological transformation.

Genealogy

The Pleiad(e)s were the seven daughters of Atlas and Pleione, and half-sisters of the Hyades, whose mother was Æthra (`bright sky'; a different Æthra than the mother of Theseus). They were perhaps also half-sisters of the Hesperides, who were daughters of either Night alone, or Atlas and Hesperis (`evening'), or Ceto and Phorcys. Both Pleione and Æthra were Oceanids, daughters of Oceanus and Tethys, the titans who ruled the outer seas before being replaced by Poseidon. Atlas (`he who dares' or `suffers'; from the Indo-European tel-, tla-, `to lift, support, bear'), another titan, led their war against the gods, and was afterward condemned by Zeus to hold up the heavens on his shoulders. The Pleiades were also nymphs in the train of Artemis, and together with the seven Hyades (`rainmakers' or `piglets'; individual Hyad names are not fully agreed upon) were called the Atlantides, Dodonides, or Nysiades, nursemaids and teachers to the infant Bacchus. The Hesperides (`nymphs of the west'), apparently not counted in this, were only three, and dwelled in an orchard of Hera's, from which Heracles fetched golden apples in his eleventh labor.

Individual Sisters

For each, a name translation is given first, followed by available biographical information, and parallel stories of like-named characters.

Alcyone or Halcyone - `queen who wards off evil [storms]' -

Seduced by Poseidon and gave birth to either Hyrieus (the name of Orion's father, but perhaps not the same Hyrieus) or Anthas, founder of Anthæa, Hyperea, and Halicarnassus.



Another Alcyone, daughter of Æolus (guardian of the winds) and Ægiale, married Ceyx of Trachis; the two jokingly called each other Hera and Zeus, vexing those gods, who drowned Ceyx in a storm at sea; Alcyone threw herself into the sea at the news, and was transformed into a halcyon (kingfisher). Legend has it the halcyon hen buries her dead mate in the winter before laying her eggs in a compact nest and setting it adrift on the sea; Æolus forbids the nest to be disturbed, so the water is calm for 14 days centered on the winter solstice, called the Halcyon Days. The actual bird does not build nests however; instead the story probably derives from an old pagan observance of the turning season, with the moon-goddess conveying a dead symbolic king of the old year to his resting place. Though this Alcyone and the Pleiad Alcyone appear to be separate individuals, they may be related: in 2000 BC, a vigorous period of ancient astronomy, the Pleiades rose nearly four hours earlier than they do today for the same time of year, and were overhead at nightfall on the winter solstice, when the Halcyon supposedly nested; their conjunction with the sun during spring equinoxes at that time may have something to do with the association of the cluster with birds, which are often used as symbols of life and renewal.



Asterope or Sterope - `lightning', `twinkling', `sun-face', `stubborn-face' (Indo-European ster-, `star', `stellar', `asterisk', etc.) -

In some accounts, ravished by Ares and gave birth to Oenomaus, king of Pisa. In others, Oenomaus was her husband, and they had a beautiful daughter, Hippodaima, and three sons, Leucippus, Hippodamus, and Dysponteus, founder of Dyspontium; or, Oenomaus may instead have had these children with Euarete, daughter of Acrisius.



Another Asterope was daughter of the river Cebren.



Still another was daughter of Porthaön, and may have been the mother of the Sirens, who lured sailors to their deaths with their enchanting singing.



A possible alternate name is Asterië (`of the starry sky' or `of the sun'), which may also be a name for the creatrix of the universe, Eurynome, in the Pelasgian myth. Graves mentions her as a Pleiad only in passing, with no other mention in the other references. Perhaps she was at one time a Pleiad when different names were used, or an earlier version of Sterope, whose name is similar; or perhaps Graves is incorrect. He also in passing calls the titan or oak-goddess Dione a Pleiad, without explanation or corroboration. Does the term have a broader meaning in some contexts?



Celæno - `swarthy' -

Had sons Lycus (``wolf'') and Chimærus (``he-goat'') by Prometheus. No other data.



Electra or Eleckra - `amber', `shining', `bright' (Indo-European wleik-, `to flow, run', as a liquid); electrum is an alloy of silver and gold, and means amber in Latin, as does the Greek elektron; Thales of Miletus noted in 600 BC that a rubbed piece of amber will attract bits of straw, a manifestation of the effects of static electricity (outer charge stripping via friction), and perhaps the origin of the modern term -

Wife of Corythus; seduced by Zeus and gave birth to Dardanus, founder of Troy, ancestor of Priam and his house. Called Atlantis by Ovid, personifying the family. May also, by Thaumas, be the mother of the Harpies, foul bird-women who lived in a Cretan cave and harried criminals, but this could be a different ocean-nymph of the same name.



Another Electra was a daughter of Oedipus, though this may not be the same Oedipus who killed his father and married his mother. She is said to be mother of Dardanus and Iason.



Yet another Electra was a daughter of Agamemnon and Clytæmnestra, with an alternate name of Laodice, and with brother Orestes and sisters Chrysothemis and Iphigeneia (or Iphianassa), though the latter sister may have been Clytæmnestra's niece, adopted from Theseus and Helen. Agamemnon was king of Mycenæ and led the Greeks against Troy; he was murdered at his return by Clytæmnestra and her lover Ægisthus, both of whom Orestes and Electra killed in revenge, whence the psychological term `Electra complex'. This Electra was also wife to the peasant Pylades, and bore him Medon and Strophius the Second.



Maia - `grandmother', `mother', `nurse'; `the great one' (Latin) -

Eldest and most beautiful of the sisters; a mountain nymph in Arcadia. Seduced by Zeus and gave birth to Hermes. Later became foster-mother to Arcas, son of Zeus and Callisto, during the period while Callisto was a bear, and before she and Arcas were placed in the heavens by Zeus (she as Ursa Major, he as either Boötes or Ursa Minor).



Another Maia was the Roman goddess of spring, daughter of Faunus and wife of Vulcan (his Greek counterpart, Hephæstus, married Aphrodite instead). Farmers were cautioned not to sow grain before the time of her setting, or conjunction with the sun. The month of May is named after her, and is coincidentally(?) the month in which the solar conjunction happens. By our modern calendar, the conjunction occurred in April in early Roman times, with the shift since then due to the precession of the Earth's axis; but calendars too have changed over time, especially before the time of Julius Caesar, so the month and the cluster's solar conjunction may have lined up then as well.

Merope - `eloquent', `bee-eater', `mortal' -

Married Sisyphus (se-sophos, `very wise'), son of Æolus, grandson of Deucalion (the Greek Noah), and great-grandson of Prometheus. She bore Sisyphus sons Glaucus, Ornytion, and Sinon; she is sometimes also said to be mother of Dædalus, though others in the running are Alcippe and Iphinoë. Sisyphus founded the city of Ephyre (Corinth) and later revealed Zeus's rape of Ægina to her father Asopus (a river), for which Zeus condemned Sisyphus to roll a huge stone up a hill in Hades, only to have it roll back down each time the task was nearly done. Glaucus (or Glaukos) was father of Bellerophon, and in one story was killed by horses maddened by Aphrodite because he would not let them breed. He also led Lycian troops in the Trojan War, and in the Iliad was tricked by the Greek hero Diomedes into exchanging his gold armor for Diomedes' brass, the origin of the term `Diomedian swap'. Another Glaucus was a fisherman of Boeotia who became a sea-god gifted with prophecy and instructed Apollo in soothsaying. Still another Glaucus was a son of Minos who drowned in a vat of honey and was revived by the seer Polyidos, who instructed Glaucus in divination, but, angry at being made a prisoner, caused the boy to forget everything when Polyidos finally left Crete. The word glaukos means gleaming, bluish green or gray, perhaps describing the appearance of a blind eye if glaucoma (cataract) derives from it. Is the name Glaucus a reference to sight, or blindness, physical or otherwise? It is also curious that meropia is a condition of partial blindness.

Another Merope was daughter of Dionysus's son Oenopion, king of Chios; Orion fell in love with her, and Oenopion refused to give her up, instead having him blinded. Orion regained his sight and sought vengeance, but was killed by Artemis, or by a scorpion, or by some other means (many versions).

Yet another Merope and her sister Cleothera (with alternate names of Cameiro and Clytië for the two of them) were orphaned daughters of Pandareus.

Still another was mother of Æpytus by Cresphontes, king of Messenia. Her husband was murdered by Polyphontes, who claimed both her and the throne, but was later killed by Æpytus to avenge his father's death.



One last, more often known as Periboea, was wife of Polybus, king of Corinth. The two of them adopted the infant Oedipus after his father Laius left him to die, heeding a prophecy that his son would kill him, which, of course, he eventually did.



Taygete or Taygeta - ? tanygennetos, `long-necked' -

Seduced by Zeus and gave birth to Lacedæmon, founder of Sparta, to which she was thus an important goddess. In some versions of the story, she was unwilling to yield to Zeus, and was disguised by Artemis as a hind (female red deer) to elude him; but he eventually caught her and begot on her Lacedæmon, whereupon she hanged herself.



Another Taygete was niece to the first. She married Lacedæmon and bore Himerus, who drowned himself in a river after Aphrodite caused him to deflower his sister Cleodice. One of the Taygetes may have been mother to Tantalus, who was tormented in Hades with thirst and hunger for offending the gods; however his parentage is uncertain; his mother may instead be Pluto (not the Roman version of Hades), daughter of either Cronus and Rhea or Oceanus and Tethys, and his father Zeus or Tmolus.



Astromorphosis

One day the great hunter Orion saw the Pleiads (perhaps with their mother, or perhaps just one of them; see Merope above) as they walked through the Boeotian countryside, and fancied them. He pursued them for seven years, until Zeus answered their prayers for delivery and transformed them into birds (doves or pidgeons), placing them among the stars. Later on, when Orion was killed (many conflicting stories as to how), he was placed in the heavens behind the Pleiades, immortalizing the chase.

Lost Pleiad

The `lost Pleiad' legend came about to explain why only six are easily visible to the unaided eye (I have my own thoughts on this). This sister is variously said to be Electra, who veiled her face at the burning of Troy, appearing to mortals afterwards only as a comet; or Merope, who was shamed for marrying a mortal; or Celæno, who was struck by a thunderbolt. Missing Pleiad myths also appear in other cultures, prompting Burnham to speculate stellar variability (Pleione?) as a physical basis. It is difficult to know if the modern naming pays attention to any of this. Celæno is the faintest at present, but the "star" Asterope is actually two stars, each of which is fainter than Celæno if considered separately.

References

The information above was taken from:

Burnham's Celestial Handbook, Revised & Enlarged Edition, Robert Burnham Jr., 1976, Dover Publications Inc.

Star Names: Their Lore and Meaning, Richard Hinckley Allen, 1899, 1963, Dover reprint (Note: Allen's text on individual Pleiades stars can be found at Alcyone Systems.)

Star Lore of All Ages, William Tyler Olcott, 1911, 1931, G. P. Putnam's Sons, New York

Star Tales, Ian Ridpath, 1988, Universe Books

The Age of Fable, Thomas Bullfinch, 1942, Heritage Press

The Greek Myths, Robert Graves, 1960, Pelican Books

The Reader's Encyclopedia 2/e, William Rose Benet, 1965, Thomas Y. Crowell Company

American Heritage Dictionary, 1965

Fundamentals of Physics 2/e, David Halliday and Robert Resnick, 1986, John Wiley & Sons, New York

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List of epic poems

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This list can be compared with two others, national epic and list of world folk-epics.[1]

This is a list of epic poems.

Ancient epics (to 500)

Before the 8th century BC

Epic of Gilgamesh (Mesopotamian mythology)

Epic of Lugalbanda (including Lugalbanda in the Mountain Cave and Lugalbanda and the Anzud Bird, Mesopotamian mythology)

Epic of Enmerkar (including Enmerkar and the Lord of Aratta and Enmerkar and En-suhgir-ana, Mesopotamian mythology)

Atrahasis (Mesopotamian mythology)

Enuma Elish (Babylonian mythology)

The Descent of Inanna into the Underworld (Mesopotamian mythology)

Legend of Keret (Ugaritic mythology)

Cycle of Kumarbi (Hurrian mythology)

8th to 6th century BC

Iliad, ascribed to Homer (Greek mythology)

Odyssey, ascribed to Homer (Greek mythology)

Works and Days, ascribed to Hesiod (Greek mythology)

Theogony, ascribed to Hesiod (Greek mythology)

Shield of Heracles, ascribed to Hesiod (Greek mythology)

Catalogue of Women, ascribed to Hesiod (Greek mythology; only fragments survive)

Cypria, Aethiopis, Little Iliad, Iliupersis, Nostoi and Telegony, forming the so-called Epic Cycle (only fragments survive)

Oedipodea, Thebaid, Epigoni and Alcmeonis, forming the so-called Theban Cycle (only fragments survive)

A series of poems ascribed to Hesiod during antiquity (of which only fragments survive): Aegimius (alternatively ascribed to Cercops of Miletus), Astronomia, Descent of Perithous, Idaean Dactyls (almost completely lost), Megala Erga, Megalai Ehoiai, Melampodia and Wedding of Ceyx

Capture of Oechalia, ascribed to Homer or Creophylus of Samos during antiquity (only fragment survives)

Phocais, ascribed to Homer during antiquity (only fragment survives)

Titanomachy ascribed to Eumelus of Corinth (only fragment survives)

Danais (written by one of the cyclic poets and from which the Danaid tetralogy of Aeschylus draws its material), Minyas and Naupactia, almost completely lost

5th to 4th century BC

Heracleia, tells of the labors of Heracles, almost completely lost, written by Panyassis (Greek mythology)

Mahabharata, ascribed to Veda Vyasa (Indian mythology)

Ramayana, ascribed to Valmiki (Indian mythology)

3rd century BC

Argonautica by Apollonius of Rhodes (Greek mythology)

2nd century BC

Annales by Ennius (Roman history; only fragments survive)

1st century BC

De rerum natura by Lucretius (natural philosophy)

Georgics by Virgil (didactic poem)

Aeneid by Virgil (Roman mythology)

1st century AD

Metamorphoses by Ovid (Greek and Roman mythology)

Pharsalia by Lucan (Roman history; unfinished)

Argonautica by Gaius Valerius Flaccus (Roman poet, Greek mythology; incomplete)

Punica by Silius Italicus (Roman history)

Thebaid and Achilleid by Statius (Roman poet, Greek mythology; latter poem incomplete)

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[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Great images my friend...
One for each night of the week...
If a mere mortal could last that long.--Tyr

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A Tribute Blog - On The Magnificent Poet, Edgar Allan Poe
Blog Posted:7/16/2021 9:59:00 AM
A Tribute Blog - On The Magnificent Poet,

Edgar Allan Poe- a name that no credible

top ten list of history's greatest poets can omit.

One of my - recent- tribute poems - started in 1979-

finally finished on - 7/12/2021



The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe

(I.)

The ancient stone, here Raven bled

Cursed and flew away alone

To follow the dark and make its night-bed

Unholy accursed path, bloody the stone

From the abyss, into light of the earth

With Fate and anger, its darkest of hands

A beast reborn - shadow of devil's worth

A repugnant new plague upon this land.



Woe! To the unsuspecting that are blind

Wading through life, unaware of the beast

A heart slayer, infester of the mind

Ravenous for innocence, its great feast

Invisible to most, a curse to few

Relentless in darkest of wicked guile

Ever seeking the cries of victims new

Witty its bold actions, patience its style.



For centuries it search to he then meet

And with the cleverness of its black wit

At his house uninvited take a seat

Torment nightly, drive insane- bit by bit

Blind to the ghastly creature was young Poe

He that life and love had been so tragic

Raven decided, put on a fine show

By showcasing its best evil magic.



First to wake its victim at midnight hour

An ungodly screech a soft tapping sound

From the walls, using its wicked powers

Then whisper, to further its victim hound

For years Poe pretended not to such hear

He was busy, with writing his great verse

No time for such nonsense, no time for fear

Deny the truth of this tiresome new curse



In so doing, shut out this bothersome beast

Pen sweeter words of love and write, write, write

Enjoy fame, his being toast of the East

Phantom ignore, that newborn curse of night

Yet to Raven, this was but the new game

Had it not, its greatest victim now found

And in glee, flew aloft screaming that name

Swearing an oath to one day have Poe bound.

(II.)

For seven years it had been wickedly clever

Doing just enough to sate its wicked desires

When begged to stop. Alas it cried, never

Not until your soul rests on the burning pyres

Yet Poe now keenly aware this was no dream

And with accursed fever, praying it to cease

Sought help from a young friend to form a team

Anything, anything to gain his release.



Raven now knew it was time to a truth real

That soon, very soon, it would make Poe cry

And with fiendish delight his true love kill

And forever all of his happiness deny

That night Poe lost it, flew into a rage

Scribing vows that few men would dare to utter

His blood was ink splashing onto each page

Gnashing teeth as each word he would mutter.



Raven too had hatched a brilliant new plan

A week he invisibly watched -showing no sign

Having realized Poe that was no ordinary man

Watching with hellish glee, as Poe scribed each line

This great battle was to be a battle of wits

Spread from night skies down to Plutonian shores

Beneath burning rocks into dark putrid pits

Two warriors set about to even the scores.



Poe rose each morn, a new fire in his steady eyes

For he could not Raven's dreaded threat forget

He must never blink- always seek to true prize

For nothing like this beast had he ever met

Raven each night, flew up from far below

With only inflicting pain on its hellish mind

That its hate was immense and each night grows

Could not see, that such would soon make it blind.



Thinking, smiling with time, time was on its side

And had not Fate to its evil demands agreed

Raven wings stretched for a victory ride

So very content to watch Poe's heart bleed

Yet Fate and Poe both decried its dark heart

Determination thus born by a man

One sure to upset Raven's applecart

Must be executed as a long range plan.



It would use Raven's immense vanity

As well rely on a couple old traps

Twist or two to test Raven's sanity

And have Raven running few hundred laps

Poe who had never depended on Fate

Was all in as it was sure to go well

Raven would discover it far too late

And wake to again find itself in Hell.



First to inform about the game, Poe's friend

A young lad most clever and truly bright

He would have to hate Poe, only pretend

And make Raven believe it that dark night

Now to get the dagger and blood-red ink

Rehearse the scene while Raven was away

Water down the whiskey Poe was to drink

And in its success each sincerely pray.



Night again came, Raven was there with glee

Raven sat with its happy evil soul

Poe's room was dark almost too dark to see

Was necessary to achieve the goal

Poe began by decrying his sad plight

The constant torment was driving him mad

Complaining this agony was not right

What had he ever done that was so bad?



Muttering how his life he would soon end

And join his beloved in that dark place

Death take me, Poe called- this poor soul send

That again I may see her pretty face

Raven watching, thought this is what I need

Poe destroyed dying in deep disgrace

Beg I true evil let me see him bleed

No other joy could ever this replace!

(III.)

There came hammer knocking on the back door

As Poe was acting out pitiful moans

Raven thought, could this be from Hell's dark shore

Another beast hearing anguishing groans

Then a sweet young voice, from a mortal man

Asking entry from his friend Master Poe

Raven mused, more fish for frying pan

Tonight shall be a most delightful show!



Poe look startled but said, "enter young lord"

I was merely rehearsing for a play

Pray tell me what news for I am bored

And this has been a truly dreadful day

Young Luke crossed the room and bowed low

Rising gave Poe the dagger as a gift

Asking, Master Poe why this strange request

And your odd message, bring it and be swift.



Poe took the weapon with a sad, sad look

In a wailing voice said- "this is my Fate"

As he did so his entire body shook

He in soft voice moaned, you are not too late

Young Luke was startled and a bit confused

Have you such sorrows as to death invite

Asking, for this you would not have used

A dear friend, to bring this sharp blade tonight!



No sooner said, than Raven cried, "no not yet"

Poe you must not, I need far more than this

Too soon, dark master and I have a bet

And next blood moon is to be your death kiss

Poe and Luke pretended to not such hear

As Luke moved and blocked Raven's view

Raven almost exploded from the fear

When Luke that loud cry gave, Raven then knew!



Alas! Raven thought such must never be

This calamity that has foiled my plan

Was never what Fate and I did agree

Not for this hideous and loathsome man

Fate, have you our agreement now went back on

Did not our sworn oath -we in hot-blood swear

And both splash our venom on the bloodstone

This, after my accursed soul I bare!



As Luke stepped back, there Poe in blood lay

That dagger to the hilt stick in his chest

Luke fell to his knees, God forgive I pray

May our brother Poe now have peaceful rest

Raven beside itself, at thus being cheated

Cursed sky, cursed even louder Fate

As Luke into far corner retreated

Raven came forward to eat from that plate.



As Raven neared, his invisible cloak fell

Approaching were Master Poe had died

And from distant hill the midnight church bell

Rang in tune with those tears Raven cried

Leaning closer to whisper in Poe's ear

Raven over dead master hovered

Saying, this fresh blood my soul now so cheers

I shall taste it and my face now smother!



With its ghastly black tongue it licked

As it got that first bloody red-ink taste

Would know it had been cleverly tricked

Poe acted swiftly, with no time to waste

The dagger plunged into Raven's chest

Raven felt its razor sharp silver blade

Poe said, I send thee to your hellish nest

And to the death that your evil hath made!



Then Raven vanished into thin air

Room suddenly lit up with golden light

A glowing angel then appeared there

Allowing Poe and Luke to see its sight

With a joyful shout it sang right on out

You shall both be truly, deeply blessed

And with deep pride walk this world all about

Raven now this failure has confessed.



Luke spoke first, saying but Raven is dead

How can it, such confession ever speak

Poe, did you hear what this angel has said

Raven can again into our world sneak

Poe addressed the angel, is this true

That foul beast can innocent souls aggrieve

Did it not receive the death it was due

Or has Fate- Luke and I now so deceived?



Angel replied, that was Raven's first death

Evil beast has six more deaths to endure

Before that savage thing takes its last breath

Earth not see it's like, of that I assure

Poe said, of this night I shall set in verse

We must ever be on guard and alert

And remember this beast is a dark curse

That lives to get revenge and mankind hurt!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-12-2021

The Bloodstone, The Raven And Master Poe

Part Three of Three



Note_

Total of three parts, composed in a total of 200

rhyming verses....This is part three- the conclusion.

A dark tale, in rhyme and with the epic struggle

between Raven and Master Poe.

Raven with yet six more lives to infest earth

and thus plague Poe and whomever it chooses.

I myself have heard the late night knocking but

but laughed it off and set mousetraps -knowing

that disbelief is a stout shield…. Admitting that

such is a reality may bring in an unwanted guest….


Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2021

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From The Tree Of Evil Into Earth Its Broken Bough



From the tree of evil into earth its broken bough

Power and pain such fertile seed for its black-plow

And the evil fruit consumed by all of mankind

Hunger that sets the dark into the human mind

Flies so deftly with demon spawn upon its wings

Defies logic, presented as mere stranger things

Woe to those that see not the brilliancy of Poe

Not seeing, his dark verses were not just for show!



We mortals that think we are far above it all

Walk in our blindness, hearing not such monsters call

Master Poe warns of Raven, we think it so cute

Our disbelief lies at evil tree's longest root

And repugnant plaguing shadows born from its fruit

Those that enter victim's homes to life so disrupt

Such as is that deep blindness that truth so corrupts

And may in some way bring life's end far too abrupt!



Master Poe of such a plaguing curse had to fight

He that despite his knowledge-had no peace at night

Man, a prisoner to the beast in his own home

Malevolent menace there, Raven free to roam.



From the tree of evil into earth its broken bough

Power and pain such fertile seed for its black-plow

And the evil fruit consumed by all of mankind

Hunger that sets the dark into the human mind.



Robert J. Lindley, 7-16- 2021

Rhyme, ( Wherein the seeds of evil dwells )

In quibus habitat per mala semina.

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https://www.britannica.com/biography/Edgar-Allan-Poe

Edgar Allan Poe

American writer

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Professor of English, Hunter College, City University of New York, 1946–66. Editor of Complete Works of Poe.

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Alternative Title: Edgar A. Perry

Edgar Allan Poe, (born January 19, 1809, Boston, Massachusetts, U.S.—died October 7, 1849, Baltimore, Maryland), American short-story writer, poet, critic, and editor who is famous for his cultivation of mystery and the macabre. His tale “The Murders in the Rue Morgue” (1841) initiated the modern detective story, and the atmosphere in his tales of horror is unrivaled in American fiction. His “The Raven” (1845) numbers among the best-known poems in the national literature.



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Life

Poe was the son of the English-born actress Elizabeth Arnold Poe and David Poe, Jr., an actor from Baltimore. After his mother died in Richmond, Virginia, in 1811, he was taken into the home of John Allan, a Richmond merchant (presumably his godfather), and of his childless wife. He was later taken to Scotland and England (1815–20), where he was given a classical education that was continued in Richmond. For 11 months in 1826 he attended the University of Virginia, but his gambling losses at the university so incensed his guardian that he refused to let him continue, and Poe returned to Richmond to find his sweetheart, (Sarah) Elmira Royster, engaged. He went to Boston, where in 1827 he published a pamphlet of youthful Byronic poems, Tamerlane, and Other Poems. Poverty forced him to join the army under the name of Edgar A. Perry, but, on the death of Poe’s foster mother, John Allan purchased his release from the army and helped him get an appointment to the U.S. Military Academy at West Point. Before going, Poe published a new volume at Baltimore, Al Aaraaf, Tamerlane, and Minor Poems (1829). He successfully sought expulsion from the academy, where he was absent from all drills and classes for a week. He proceeded to New York City and brought out a volume of Poems, containing several masterpieces, some showing the influence of John Keats, Percy Bysshe Shelley, and Samuel Taylor Coleridge. He then returned to Baltimore, where he began to write stories. In 1833 his “MS. Found in a Bottle” won $50 from a Baltimore weekly, and by 1835 he was in Richmond as editor of the Southern Literary Messenger. There he made a name as a critical reviewer and married his young cousin Virginia Clemm, who was only 13. Poe seems to have been an affectionate husband and son-in-law.



Observe science-fiction writer Ray Bradbury's remarks on Edgar Allan Poe's “The Fall of the House of Usher”

Observe science-fiction writer Ray Bradbury's remarks on Edgar Allan Poe's “The Fall of the House of Usher”

Science-fiction writer Ray Bradbury discussing Edgar Allan Poe's “The Fall of the House of Usher” in an Encyclopædia Britannica Educational Corporation film, 1975. Bradbury compares the screenplay with the written work and discusses both the Gothic tradition and Poe's influence on contemporary science fiction.

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Poe was dismissed from his job in Richmond, apparently for drinking, and went to New York City. Drinking was in fact to be the bane of his life. To talk well in a large company he needed a slight stimulant, but a glass of sherry might start him on a spree; and, although he rarely succumbed to intoxication, he was often seen in public when he did. This gave rise to the conjecture that Poe was a drug addict, but according to medical testimony he had a brain lesion. While in New York City in 1838 he published a long prose narrative, The Narrative of Arthur Gordon Pym, combining (as so often in his tales) much factual material with the wildest fancies. It is considered one inspiration of Herman Melville’s Moby Dick. In 1839 he became coeditor of Burton’s Gentleman’s Magazine in Philadelphia. There a contract for a monthly feature stimulated him to write “William Wilson” and “The Fall of the House of Usher,” stories of supernatural horror. The latter contains a study of a neurotic now known to have been an acquaintance of Poe, not Poe himself.



Later in 1839 Poe’s Tales of the Grotesque and Arabesque appeared (dated 1840). He resigned from Burton’s about June 1840 but returned in 1841 to edit its successor, Graham’s Lady’s and Gentleman’s Magazine, in which he printed “The Murders in the Rue Morgue”—the first detective story. In 1843 his “The Gold Bug” won a prize of $100 from the Philadelphia Dollar Newspaper, which gave him great publicity. In 1844 he returned to New York, wrote “The Balloon Hoax” for the Sun, and became subeditor of the New York Mirror under N.P. Willis, thereafter a lifelong friend. In the New York Mirror of January 29, 1845, appeared, from advance sheets of the American Review, his most famous poem, “The Raven,” which gave him national fame at once. Poe then became editor of the Broadway Journal, a short-lived weekly, in which he republished most of his short stories, in 1845. During this last year the now-forgotten poet Frances Sargent Locke Osgood pursued Poe. Virginia did not object, but “Fanny’s” indiscreet writings about her literary love caused great scandal. His The Raven and Other Poems and a selection of his Tales came out in 1845, and in 1846 Poe moved to a cottage at Fordham (now part of New York City), where he wrote for Godey’s Lady’s Book (May–October 1846) “The Literati of New York City”—gossipy sketches on personalities of the day, which led to a libel suit.



On the other side, Poe is conspicuous for a close observation of minute details, as in the long narratives and in many of the descriptions that introduce the tales or constitute their settings. Closely connected with this is his power of ratiocination. He prided himself on his logic and carefully handled this real accomplishment so as to impress the public with his possessing still more of it than he had; hence the would-be feats of thought reading, problem unraveling, and cryptography that he attributed to his characters William Legrand and C. Auguste Dupin. This suggested to him the analytical tales, which created the detective story, and his science fiction tales.



The same duality is evinced in his art. He was capable of writing angelic or weird poetry, with a supreme sense of rhythm and word appeal, or prose of sumptuous beauty and suggestiveness, with the apparent abandon of compelling inspiration; yet he would write down a problem of morbid psychology or the outlines of an unrelenting plot in a hard and dry style. In Poe’s masterpieces the double contents of his temper, of his mind, and of his art are fused into a oneness of tone, structure, and movement, the more effective, perhaps, as it is compounded of various elements.



As a critic, Poe laid great stress upon correctness of language, metre, and structure. He formulated rules for the short story, in which he sought the ancient unities: i.e., the short story should relate a complete action and take place within one day in one place. To these unities he added that of mood or effect. He was not extreme in these views, however. He praised longer works and sometimes thought allegories and morals admirable if not crudely presented. Poe admired originality, often in work very different from his own, and was sometimes an unexpectedly generous critic of decidedly minor writers.



Poe’s genius was early recognized abroad. No one did more to persuade the world and, in the long run, the United States, of Poe’s greatness than the French poets Charles Baudelaire and Stéphane Mallarmé. Indeed his role in French literature was that of a poetic master model and guide to criticism. French Symbolism relied on his “The Philosophy of Composition,” borrowed from his imagery, and used his examples to generate the theory of pure poetry.

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An old fragment from decades ago , untitled,

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And in the dark, the huge monster feverishly waited

For the young innocent child, it had so cleverly baited

To be a delicious dish, a truly fine, magnificent meal

O' how wicked its dark and ravenous blackness must feel

Whilst this blinded world in its flowing fantasy exists

Thinking evil is made up of only men with their puny fists

Yet one poet in The House of Usher set the record straight

There from the dark beneath, far greater than man's hate

Await those so fierce most are bound in unbreakable chains

That which when free, bringeth such agonizing and great pains

So was that dark hidden world that master Poe saw and knew

The untold tales of which Poe gave to this world just a few

And in that his rightful glory burst forth like a dark flower

For we that can see, evil watches from its invisible towers

And with eagerness, and its great savagery its carnage waits

For those that are to be its victims- so cast by dark hands of Fate..

RJL, July 25th 1973

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Blog on poetic- form Haiku- Imagery, Imagination, Color And Inspiration - Robert Lindley's Blog

Blog on poetic- form Haiku- Imagery, Imagination, Color And Inspiration
Blog Posted:6/29/2021 5:48:00 AM
Blog on poetic- form Haiku-
Imagery, Imagination, Color And Inspiration

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(1.)

https://www.poetryfoundation.org/lea...-terms/imagery

Imagery

Elements of a poem that invoke any of the five senses to create a set of mental images. Specifically, using vivid or figurative language to represent ideas, objects, or actions. Poems that use rich imagery include T.S. Eliot’s “Preludes,” Percy Bysshe Shelley’s “Ode to the West Wind,” Sylvia Plath’s “Daddy,” and Mary Oliver’s “At Black River.”

(2.)

https://poetryarchive.org/glossary/imagery/

About Imagery

Imagery is the name given to the elements in a poem that spark off the senses. Despite "image" being a synonym for "picture", images need not be only visual; any of the five senses (sight, hearing, touch, taste, smell) can respond to what a poet writes. Examples of non-visual imagery can be found in Ken Smith's 'In Praise of Vodka', where he describes the drink as having "the taste of air, of wind on fields, / the wind through the long wet forest", and James Berry's 'Seashell', which puts the "ocean sighs" right in a listener's ear.



A poet could simply state, say, "I see a tree", but it is possible to conjure up much more specific images using techniques such as simile ("a tree like a spiky rocket"), metaphor ("a green cloud riding a pole") or synechdoche ("bare, black branches") - each of these suggests a different kind of tree. Techniques, such as these, that can be used to create powerful images are called figurative language, and can also include onomatopoeia, metonymy and personification.



One of the great pleasures of poetry is discovering a particularly powerful image; the Imagists of the early 20th century felt it was the most important aspect, so were devoted to finding strong images and presenting them in the clearest language possible. Of course, not every poem is an Imagist poem, but making images is something that nearly every poem in the Archive does.



An interesting contrast in imagery can be found by comparing Alison Croggon's 'The Elwood Organic Fruit and Vegetable Shop' with Allen Ginsberg's 'A Supermarket in California'; although both poets seem to like the shops they write about, Ginsberg's shop is full of hard, bright things, corralled into aisles, featuring neon, tins and freezers, while the organic shop is full of images of soft, natural things rubbing against one another in sunlight. Without it being said explicitly, the imagery makes it clear that the supermarket is big, boxy, and tidy, unlike the cosy Elwood's. This is partly done with the visual images that are drawn, and in part with Croggon's images that mix the senses (this is called synaesthesia), such as the strawberries with their "klaxons of sweetness" or the gardens with "well-groomed scents", having the way the imagery is made correspond with what the imagery shows.



Fleur Adcock's poem, 'Leaving the Tate', uses imagery of picture-making to build up the overlap between art and sight at the centre of the poem.

3.)

https://literarydevices.net/examples...ery-in-poetry/

Examples of Imagery in Poetry

Imagery is one of the literary devices that engage the human senses; sight, hearing, taste, and touch. Imagery is as important as metaphor and simile and can be written without using any figurative language at all. It represents object, action, and idea which appeal our senses. Sometimes it becomes more complex than just a picture. There are five main types of imagery, each related to one of the human senses:



Visual imagery (sight)

Auditory Imagery (hearing)

Olfactory imagery (smell)

Gustatory imagery (taste)

Tactile imagery ( touch)

A writer can use single or multiple imageries in his writings. Imagery can be literal. They also allow the readers to directly sympathize with the character and narrator. Through imagery, the reader imagines a similar sensory experience. It helps to build compelling poetry, convincing narratives, clear plays, well-designed film sets, and heart touching descriptive songs. It involves imagination. Hence, writing without imagery would be dull and dry, and writing with imagery can be gripping and vibrant. The necessary sensory detail can allow the reader to understand the character and minute details of writing which a writer wants to communicate. Imagery can be symbolic, which deepens the impact of the text. For more explanation refer to this article: //literarydevices.net/figurative-language/. Here are a few examples of imagery in a poetry:

After Apple picking- Robert Frost



I feel the ladder sway as the boughs bend.

And I keep hearing from the cellar bin

The rumbling sound

Of load on load of apples coming in.



These lines have powerful imagery. We can feel the swaying ladder, see the bending boughs and hear the rumbling sound of apples going in the cellar bin. These lines are literal. Every word means what it typically means. The entire poem is imagery that conveys deep feelings of contemplation and subtle remorse for things left undone to the reader.



Romeo and Juliet –W. Shakespeare

O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!

Her beauty hangs upon the cheek of night,

Like a rich jewel in an Ethiop’s ear



Here Romeo is comparing the beauty of Juliet. He says that she looks more radiant than brightly lit torches in the hall. Further, he says that her face glows like a precious bright jewel against the dark skin of an African in the night. Here he uses the contrasting images of light and dark to portray her beauty. The imagery also involves the use of figurative language; he uses the simile to enhance the imagery.



To Autumn – John Keats



Until they think warm days will never cease,

For summer has o’er-brimm’d their clammy cells.



Who hath not seen thee oft amid thy store?

Sometimes whoever seeks abroad may find

Thee sitting careless on a granary floor,

Thy hair soft-lifted by the winnowing wind;

Or on a half-reap’d furrow sound asleep



To Autumn is rich in imagery, evoking the perception of sight, hearing, smell, taste, and touch. The above lines are primarily visual imagery. The tactile imagery (touch) is seen in the warmth of the day, the clammy cells, the soft lifted hair.

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The Image, The Inner Reaches Of The Mind

sandy land, windswept

oasis, wet evergreen

silent cat leapt

Robert J. Lindley, 6-29-2021

Haiku

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On A Glowing Bright Summer Day

bright morn, wooden fence

young colt, wide open meadow

boy, red bicycle

Robert J. Lindley, 6-26-2021

Haiku

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Glimmering, Shimmering And Flaming Sweet

her eyes, shining pools

her kissing lips luscious red

desert at high noon

Robert J. Lindley, 6-24-2021

Haiku

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Beneath Expanse, Glorious Earthen Skies

cold pavement, late night

moonlit trees, Heavenly glows

old owl, frighten mouse

Robert J. Lindley, 6-23-2021

Haiku


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The Season And The Old Farm

old garden, bare ground

frost on the fallen mailbox

breakfast, eggs, bacon

Robert J. Lindley, 6-21-2021

Haiku

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Dawn, A New Day And A Wonderful Start

table, broken spoon

breakfast on a sunny morn

coffee, hot and black

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2021

Haiku

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The Visit

white stone, sad morning

fresh mowed grass twixt the rows

bright sun, soft cool breeze

Robert J. Lindley, 6-10-2021

Haiku

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The Frozen Ground

crunch, crunch, icy glaze

trees, limbs weighted to the ground

crisp morn, soft new gloves

Robert J. Lindley, 6-07-2021

Haiku

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The Ancient Forest

dark, deep canopy

autumn colors vibrant reds

sunken stone markers

Robert J. Lindley, 6-04-2021

Haiku

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The Cool Clear Stream

rushing waters, smooth stones

rocky walls, bright meadow's glow

sky, reflection- hope

Robert J. Lindley, 6-01-2021

Haiku

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Although there have been various haiku poets throughout time, we can notably refer to Matsuo Basho, Yosa Buson, Kobayashi Issa and Masaoka Shiki for revolutionizing what we see of our modern haiku.
Famous Japanese Haiku Poets

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Third Creation- A Poet's Blog - On Life, Love, Living, Death, Earth And Eternity
Blog Posted:6/19/2021 6:45:00 PM
Third Creation- A Poet's Blog - On Life, Love, Living, Death, Earth And Eternity



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(1.)

Ancient Trees Wept For Me, Autumn Leaves Crying



I remember when I was dead and dying

Ancient trees wept for me, Autumn leaves crying

Hey, hey, hey - I was another lost fellow

No longer cool, damn sure no longer mellow

Awake there listening to life's sad bellows!



I recall wind telling its banshees to fry

So confused I asked the spinning moon why

Hey, hey, hey - I was another lost fellow

No longer cool, damn sure no longer mellow

Awake there listening to life's sad bellows!



I remember great sorrows at Christmas time

Freezing and weeping, nowhere without a dime

Hey, hey, hey - I was another lost fellow

No longer cool, damn sure no longer mellow

Awake there listening to life's sad bellows!



I recall blues and sleeping on frozen ground

Hold a broke-heart refusing to ever pound

Hey, hey, hey - I was another lost fellow

No longer cool, damn sure no longer mellow

Awake there listening to life's sad bellows!



I remember when I was dead and dying

Ancient trees wept for me, Autumn leaves crying

Hey, hey, hey - I was another lost fellow

No longer cool, damn sure no longer mellow

Awake there listening to life's sad bellows!



Robert J. Lindley, 6-17-2021

(Life in for a penny, in for a pound)

Revised from much older piece- 1979.

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(2.)

Baby, Four A.M. And I Am Pleading



Baby, four A.M. and I am pleading

Will you come to me and stop this bleeding?



A hole, I feel where heart used to pump

Throat closes with that massive growing lump

Dark world weeps and then sky begins to fall

Next it comes, our flaming love I recall

In yellow moon, only your face I see

It is my birthday, I sit here moaning

Can you hear my cursing and loud moaning?



Baby, four A.M. and I am pleading

Will you come to me and stop this bleeding?



Baby, cold here- this room I am hating

Heart restless because we are not dating

I look out, bright stars are still slow falling

It is you this lost soul keeps on calling

In yellow moon only your face I see

It is my birthday, I sit here moaning

Can you hear my cursing and loud moaning?



Baby, four A.M. and I am pleading

Will you come to me and stop this bleeding?



Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2021

Sad Romanticism,

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(3.)

That Night Moon Smiled, Venus Blew My Mind



That night moon smiled, Venus blew my mind

O'glory this heart you gave new love

Swept soft melodies from Heaven above

Life danced sending sweet blessings to find.



Me naked and watching in my backyard

Such splendor reminding me of you

And the hot July night we became two

Now this long separation is so hard.



Baby, send me, send me a hugging word

Fly to me, moon and I sincerely plea

May romance then reunite you and me

And we yet again become two lovebirds.



To you, I'll sail across the seven seas

Walk barefoot slowly through blazing-hot fires

Rise at dawn, write verse that true love inspires

Hear me darling, my most desperate plea.



That night moon smiled, Venus blew my mind

O'glory this heart you gave new love

Swept soft melodies from Heaven above

Life danced sending sweet blessings to find.

Robert J. Lindley,

Romanticism,

( When True Love Was Again So Deeply Sought )

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(4.)

Love I So Beg, Her Soft Kisses, Please I Implore



Life, sometimes I just can't take the pain anymore

I then dream about transmitting through that black door

Into another realm, where sun wakes midnight moon

Cats in the cradle without that new silver spoon.



Life, sometimes I just can't take the pain anymore

The trees are all falling, nobody knows the score

Sky weeps and the heavens make galaxies anew

Dawn returns waking me yet again without you.



Life, sometimes I just can't take the pain anymore

True love died and there is no paradise shores

Melodic voice singing from a distant dark cave

Crying out, please save me, save me if you are brave.



Life will you ever deign to show me that far shore

Open your treasure chest, give me a little more

Life, tell me will you my romantic heart restore

Love I so beg, her soft kisses, please I implore!

Robert J. Lindley,

Romanticism ( When the cold hand of lonely, tells a heart to beg )



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In Youth, When Life So Amplifies Our Grief



Twas not the winter of my discontent

Instead a summer of sad, epic loss

Days where aching soul was torn and rent

Dying thirst, each desert I tried to cross.



In youth, when life so amplifies our grief.

We fail and oft even our dreams are brief.



The comfortable trails I knew now gone

I struggled to cross that deep, dark abyss

Feeling horror down deep into my bones

Knowing soon evil would bequeath death's kiss.



In youth, when life so amplifies our grief.

We fail and oft even our dreams are brief.



Yes, it was a great love that had died

Its torture now, its burning red-hot flames

Weeping rivers of useless tears I cried

Her heart crushed and it is me she blames.



In youth, when life so amplifies our grief.

We fail and oft even our dreams are brief.



Twas not the winter of my discontent

Instead a summer of sad, epic loss

Days where aching soul was torn and rent

Dying thirst, each desert I tried to cross.



In youth, when life so amplifies our grief.

We fail and oft even our dreams are brief.

Robert J. Lindley,

Rhyme, ( Sights , Sound, Repeated Amplifications )

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(6.)

Life, I Beg No More



O'why does it hurt so

painful surging flow

I just don't know

I just can't defend it

my weakness, I can't mend it

She stays so strong

Sings her brave-cast song

Ooh, I can't defend it

Death, baby please don’t befriend it

Wish back to hell, I could send it

Ooh, I see her far ashore

Life, I beg no more

Than to not see her implore

That life loves again

And joy becomes her friend

Ooh, I want to be in it

It comes we don't know why

Diamonds tears from weeping sky

This great hurt I can't deny

O'why does it hurt so

painful surging flow

I just don't know

I just can't defend it

my weakness, I can't mend it

She stays so strong

Sings her brave-cast song

Ooh, I can't defend it

A battle we can't win it

Ooh, I see her far ashore

Life, I beg no more

Than to not see her implore

That life loves again

And joy becomes a friend

Love, I want to be in it

This battle we will win it

O'why does it hurt so

painful surging flow

I just don't know

I just can't defend it

my weakness, I can't mend it

She stays so strong

Sings her brave-cast song

Ooh, I can't defend it

Death, baby please don’t befriend it

Wish back to hell, I could send it

Ooh, I see her far ashore

Life, I beg no more

Than to not see her implore

That life loves again

And joy becomes her friend

Ooh, I want to be in it

It comes we don't know why

Diamonds tears from weeping sky

This great hurt I can't deny

O'why does it hurt so

painful surging flow

I just don't know

I just can't defend it

my weakness, I can't mend it

She stays so strong

Sings her brave-cast song

Ooh, I can't defend it

A battle we can't win it

Ooh, I see her far ashore

Life, I beg no more

Than to not see her implore

That life loves again

And joy becomes her friend

Love, I want to be in it

This battle we will win it

Robert J. Lindley, 6-16-2021
Lyrics- Inspired by a truly
magnificent famous song

Note:
A friend asked me why I do not write lyrics.
I decided to give it a shot.

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1) "The creative adult is the child who survived." ...

2) "The desire to create is one of the deepest yearnings of the human soul." ...

3) "Creativity doesn't wait for that perfect moment. ...

4) "Everything you can imagine is real." ...

5) "You can't use up creativity. ...

6) "Creativity is intelligence having fun."



“Every child is an artist, the problem is staying an artist when you grow up” – Pablo Picasso



“If you hear a voice within you say, ‘You cannot paint,’ then by all means paint, and that voice will be silenced” – Vincent Van Gogh



“Have no fear of perfection, you’ll never reach it” – Salvador Dali



“Curiosity about life in all of its aspects, I think, is still the secret of great creative people” – Leo Burnett



“You can’t wait for inspiration, you have to go after it with a club” – Jack London



“Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine, and at last, you create what you will” – George Bernard Shaw



“Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try” – Dr. Seuss



“Creativity is more than just being different. Anybody can plan weird; that’s easy. What’s hard is to be as simple as Bach. Making the simple, awesomely simple, that’s creativity” – Charles Mingus



“Originality is nothing but judicious imitation” – Voltaire



“Don’t think. Thinking is the enemy of creativity. It’s self-conscious, and anything self-conscious is lousy. You can’t try to do things. You simply must do things” – Ray Bradbury



“Creativity is just connecting things. When you ask creative people how they did something, they feel a little guilty because they didn’t really do it, the just saw something. It seemed obvious to them after a while” – Steve Jobs



“Creativity is a drug I cannot live without” – Cecil B. DeMille



“You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?” – George Bernard Shaw



“Creativity is contagious, pass it on” – Albert Einstein