The Muses, the personification of knowledge and the arts, especially literature, dance and music, are the nine daughters of Zeus and Mnemosyne. Their names are so beautiful that they are not given easily to newborn girls…
Calliope, Clio, Euterpe, Erato, Melpomene, Polyhymnia, Terpsichore, Thalia and Urania.
Epic songs and Hymns are written on their behalf. And rightly so! My personal favorite is Erato, the Muse of lyric poetry, especially romantic and erotic poetry.
John Milton in the opening of Book 1 of Paradise Lost wrote the best hymn on her …
Of Man’s first disobedience, and the fruit
Of that forbidden tree whose mortal taste
Brought death into the World, and all our woe,
With loss of Eden, till one greater Man
Restore us, and regain the blissful Seat,
Sing, Heavenly Muse, […]
Do I have a Muse? Absolutely. I write poetry on her behalf and dream of her. She is not living in this world. She only exists in my fantasy. Of course there are girls that remind me of her. A pair of green eyes. Or elegant long hands. The wind blowing away a furl of black hair. My lovely wife …
But if I look closer the dream dissolves. And that’s ok. So that I can happily dream on and fall in love with the next Muse to be.
Een geur van glazen belletjes
rinkelt uit haar hakken,
waar zij gaat verdwijnt de twijfel.
Kleuren zwarte ogen blond, verdwijnen
grijze haren, strijken vingers langzaam door
de lokken die vertellen
Hier ben ik.
Neem mijn liefde, omarm me eeuwig tot
de geur van glas zal versmelten
met de kleur van mijn gedachten.
Bemin me tot de noten van het leven
stoppen en ons slechts de geur van leven rest.