How Fanciful

This is rather interesting. It's a quiz to see which classic Heroine you're most like. My results are not quite what I expected them to be. According to the quiz, I am
50% Lizzie Bennett
46% Emma Woodhouse
38% Juliet Capulet
36% Wendy Darling
27% Jo March
26% Maid Marian
24% Jane Eyre
21% Helen of Troy
16% Eowyn of Rohan
11% Anne Shirley
I agree wholeheartedly with Lizzie Bennett and Emma Woodhouse, but where did they get Juliet Capulet?????

Sunday installment

I'm going to follow Love2learn Mom's example and post poetry once a week. This will probably occur on Sundays, because I feel most poetic then. Here is a poem I enjoy every time I read it. It reminds me of the poem 'Only to Rise' in The Shadow of the Bear.

A Day Dream

By Emily Bronte

On a sunny brae alone I lay

On summer afternoon;

It was the marriage month of May

With her young lover, June.

From her mother’s heart seemed loath to part

That queen of bridal charms;

But her father smiled on the fairest child

He ever held in his arms.

The trees did wave their plumy crests,

The glad birds caroled clear;

And I, of all the wedding guests,

Was only sullen there.

There was not one but wished to shun

My aspect void of cheer;

The very grey rocks looking on

Asked, ‘What do you do here?’

And I could utter no reply-

In sooth I did not know

Why I had brought a clouded eye

To greet the general glow.

So resting on a heathy bank

I took my heart to me

And we together sadly sank

Into a reverie.

We thought-‘When winter comes again

Where will these bright things be?

All vanished like a vision vain-

And unreal mockery!

‘The birds that now so blithely sing-

Through deserts frozen dry,

Poor specters of the perished Spring

In famished troops will fly.

‘And why should we be glad at all?

The leaf is hardly green

Before a token of the fall

Is on its surface seen.’

Now whether it be really so

I never could be sure-

But as in fit of peevish woe

I stretched me on the moor

A thousand thousand glancing fires

Seemed kindling in the air-

A thousand thousand silver lyres

Resounded far and near.

Methought the very breath I breathed

Was full of sparks divine

And all my heather-couch was wreathed

By that celestial shine-

And while the wide Earth echoing rang

To their strange minstrelsy,

The little glittering spirits sang

Or seemed to sing to me,-

‘O mortal, mortal, let them die-

Let Time and Tears destroy,

That we may overflow the sky

With universal joy.

‘Let grief distract the sufferer’s breast

And Night obscure his way;

They hasten him to endless rest

And everlasting day.

‘To thee the world is like a tomb-

A desert’s naked shore;

To us-in unimagined bloom

It brightens more and more.

‘And could we lift the veil and give

One brief glimpse to thine eye

Thou wouldst rejoice for those that live

Because they live to die.’

The music ceased-the noonday Dream

Like dream of night withdrew,

But fancy still will sometimes deem

Her fond creation true.

Now, I know I once posted on Liber Parma about my preference of Charlotte Bronte's writing over her sister's, but Emily's poetry is far more eloquent in my eyes. Some is, alas, rather morbid and depressing, but there are hopeful poems as well. I've been meaning to read more of Anne Bronte's poetry, too, and there's always plenty of Chesterton to be absorbed, and re-read, I want to get through Dante's 'Divine Comedy'....Why was it called a Comedy anyway???

Ahhhhh, rapture!!!

I am absolutely ecstatic!!! I have joined The Word Nerds, a new Love2Learn blog for multiloquent minds. I have a fetish for words, and am anticipating effusive diversion, both in reading and writing.

Mythological Headache

I have recently come upon a contradiction in mythology. You might say, 'that's 'cause it's mythology, not history', but this is more serious than whether a crab was involved in a certain labor of Hercules or not. Namely, when was Eros/Cupid/Amor born?? and to whom??? One source (D'Aulaire's Book of Greek Myths) says he was the son of Aphrodite/Venus/Lady of Cythera, and another (Guerber's Myths of Greece and Rome) that he was born to Aether (light) and Hemera (day) before the beginning of the world.
Imagine how frustrating!!!! If anyone has any explanation for this calamity I would be most grateful for it. Is there a preferred version??? Are there two different gods of love, as there are two sun gods???