CLASS 40 Lecture Notes - Lecture 20: Pomegranate, Metanira
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Every year the flowers bloom and the sun starts to glow, Then leaves turn, winds begin, and snow slowly falls. Listen to me, the god of grain, and you will know it all. It all began the day my daughter went picking in the fields, My dear child, persephone, was wandering with her friends, When a beautiful flower, narcissus, was suddenly revealed. She reached out, but earth opened to another wonderous sight, The treacherous hades, rising up, within a chariot of gold, There to take my child away to be his queen and wife, While i sat unaware of this event to terrible to behold. Little did i know of the plot so deviously planned, By the god of the sky and his brother below, Finally, from far away, i heard the cries of my daughter. I frantically tried to find the source, but was unsuccessful. Out of despair, i refused ambrosia, or even a drop of nectar.
