Dionysus on the Death of Ariadne

I do not admire Perseus for killing one woman, in her bridal dress still breathing of love. 

He shook in his hand the deadly face of Medousa, and turned armed Ariadne into stone.

                                                           ~ Nonnus, from the Dionysiaca

 

A nectared thread in the maze
…………and a cask of bees at the dread end of everything,
…………there was honey enough, and love enough, and enough
–strange, vast word–enough.
…………………………………But I tell you, that’s how it was, enough
…………………………………of any one thing: immense fruitful fields,
…………………………………vineyards, olives so heavy on the branch
…………..the limbs seemed to bow like actors halted
…………..on stage. It was always this way. We drank
and we ate. We made love between courses.
……….If we thought of scarcity, it was another’s
trouble, never our own. We had the grace
……………………………to wish them well, to offer a pear
……………………………for the journey, and the grace, too, to forget
………………..them as soon as the road bent beyond our sight.
……We managed our joy, never questioned our right to it,
……never thought one half of everything was nothing at all.

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