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Pierre Louÿs, Chanson de Bilitis
99 — Hymn to Astarte
You are a spring overflowing in the mountains,
A fountain that cannot run dry, cannot be polluted,
You are an only child, your own mother,
Your own father, descendent and ancestor to yourself,
Your own delight, Astarte!
Ever fertile, ever virgin, Nurse of the World,
Saint and whore, pure and slattern, ineffable,
The brightest ornament of the night sky,
The sweet dew of Heaven descending to earth,
The breath of fire, the foam of the sea,
You are the secret grace,
You are One, you are love, the furious desire
Of every kind of wild beast,
The joining of male and female in the wood.
O Astarte, the irresistible, hear me, take me,
Possess me, O Moon, and twelve times and a time
each year, draw from my womb the libation of my blood!
(and my own effort, I should add)
Pierre Louÿs, Chanson de Bilitis
99 — Hymn to Astarte
You are a spring overflowing in the mountains,
A fountain that cannot run dry, cannot be polluted,
You are an only child, your own mother,
Your own father, descendent and ancestor to yourself,
Your own delight, Astarte!
Ever fertile, ever virgin, Nurse of the World,
Saint and whore, pure and slattern, ineffable,
The brightest ornament of the night sky,
The sweet dew of Heaven descending to earth,
The breath of fire, the foam of the sea,
You are the secret grace,
You are One, you are love, the furious desire
Of every kind of wild beast,
The joining of male and female in the wood.
O Astarte, the irresistible, hear me, take me,
Possess me, O Moon, and twelve times and a time
each year, draw from my womb the libation of my blood!
(and my own effort, I should add)
