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             Goddess Demeter



Invocation to Demeter

                   Demeter, Lady of fruits and grains,
                    Of ripening suns and harvest rains,
                   I call to you, Mother, to hear my plea--
                     Bestow Your blessings here on me.
                  Goddess, who searches in places wild,
                 To bring home safely Her stolen child,
              Who changes the summer's greens to gold,
                  And causes the cycle of life to unfold,
                  Beautiful Lady, whose love runs deep,
            Who banishes growth during Winter's sleep,
               And causes the seeds to stir in Spring,
                 Attend my circle and blessings bring!


    Who is the Goddess Demeter?

Demeter Greek Goddess of the Bountiful Harvest and the Nurturing Spirit.

Demeter is both a Mother Goddess and an Earth Goddess.  As the Mother Goddess, she is a life-giver and source of nurturing, devotion, patience and unconditional love.    As an Earth Goddess, she brings life to the plants and crops in Spring, and teaches her people how to plant, harvest and use the grains.

In Greek mythology, the Goddess Demeter was beloved for her service to mankind in giving them the gift of the harvest, the reward for cultivation of the soil.  As harvest Goddess, she taught humans how to grow, preserve and prepare the grain, and was also thought to be responsible for the fertility of the land.

 Demeter held a deep empathy for the suffering and grief of humans because she experienced it herself when her daughter
 Persephone was abducted by Hades and taken against her will to the underworld.  Persephone was also known as the child Kore, her father was Zeus the ruler of the Olympians.

When Persephone was kidnapped by Hades, Demeter heard her screams but couldn't find her.  Demeter carried a torch and searched the world over for her beloved Persephone. While Demeter was searching she attracted the attention of Poseidon the Sea God who pursued her with lustful intent.  Demeter changed herself into a horse amidst a herd or other horses to trick Poisidon into thinking that she had escaped.  Unfortunately, Poseidon wasn't fooled and he turned himself into a stallion and had his way with Demeter.

As Demeter continued to search for Persephone, she encountered an impoverished old man who invited her to dinner at his home.  Demeter refused, saying that she must continue to search for her daughter, the old man said that he understood and wished her well and said that he understood her worry and unhappiness because he had a son at home who was dying.  Demeter took pity on the old man and went with him to visit the son.  Along the way, she picked some poppies.  When they arrived at the home of the old man and his dying son, Demeter kissed him on the cheek and restored his health with her love.

Along the way, she encountered Hecate, who advised her to speak with Helio, goddess of the sun who had been riding in her chariot (the sun) in the sky and may have seen what had happened to Persephone. Helio told Persephone that she had seen Hades abduct Persephone who was now Hade's wife and Queen of the Underworld.  Helio also told Demeter that it was none other than Zeus, Persephone's father who gave Hades permission to abduct her.

Demeter was extremely angry with Zeus and all of Mount Olympus, she swore that she would withdraw her Divine duties, the earth would become barren until Persephone was restored to her.  Disguised as an old woman took refuge in the city of Eleusis where she met two young daughters at the well who invited her to return home with them.  At the girl's house was their mother who was holding her newest baby boy, seeing the mother loving her child created such longing and melancholy in Demeter that she became even more unhappy and refused to speak.   The whole household tried everything to restore Demeter's happiness with no success until one of the household servants named Baubo sat with her joking and making lewd comments until finally Demeter smiled then laughed.  Her good humour restored she was hired to be the nursemaid for the infant son.

Demeter soon came to love the infant Demophoon and decided to make him immortal.  One evening as Demeter was performing rites to make Demophoon immortal his mother came in and freaked out.  Apparently, part of the ritual for immortality involves holding the infant's feet over the fire and Demophoon's mother didn't understand that Demeter wasn't hurting the baby and she began to scream.  This startled Demeter into dropping her "old woman" disguise and revealing her true Goddess beauty;  she then berated the woman for stopping the ritual that would have made her son immortal.  She demanded that a temple be built in her name and after its completion, she sat alone in her depression and grief for her lost daughter.  The earth was still barren, no crops grew and an unending winter came upon the land.

With the earth in perpetual winter, Zeus soon began to see that he had made a grave mistake when he allowed Hades to abduct Persephone. Zeus apologized to Demeter and asked her to return to her duties and restore the land.  Demeter refused until Persephone was restored to her.  Zeus sent Hermes to command Hades to release Persephone.

Persephone, upon hearing the news, rejoiced for she had missed her mother sorely.  As she was leaving, Hades offered her a pomegranate to eat. Persephone had refused all food while she had been in the underworld, and was very hungry. Because Persephone knew that those who ate anything in the underworld were not allowed to return to earth she ate only the seeds.  Hermes brought Persephone home to her mother at last and Demeter restored the fertility to the earth.

Because Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds, she would have to return to the underworld for 4 months of each year.  Each year Demeter misses her daughter and withdraws her favours from the earth for the 4 months that we call winter, but Persephone returns each spring bringing life, flowers and abundance to the land.

Demeter was not pleased that Persephone had eaten the pomegranate seeds and would have to return to the underworld for four months each year, but was otherwise overjoyed to be reunited with her daughter.

Happily, Demeter resumed her divine duties and restored the fertility of the earth.  Each year the goddess Demeter longs for her absent daughter and withdraws her favours from the earth for a period we know as winter, but Persephone returns each spring to end her desolation.

Demeter decided to return to her Temple where she developed the Eleusian mysteries, a series of profound religious ceremonies that taught her initiates how to live joyfully and how to die without fear.  Sacred rites were held at Eleusis in March and September to coincide with the sowing and the harvesting of the grain.

Sacred to the Goddess Demeter

Symbolism: Cornucopia, Sheaves of Wheat, carries a torch to help search for Persephone

Birth and Genealogy: Daughter of Cronus and Rhea and mother of Persephone. This Goddess had five siblings all of whom played important roles in Greek mythology, they included: Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, and Hera.

Sacred Animals:  Pigs and snakes  (her chariot was pulled by two winged serpents).

Sacred Birds: Screech-owl.

Sacred Plants:  Wheat and barley, pennyroyal a type of mint  (part of a drink consumed at her temple in Eleusis)  the poppy (her priestesses wore poppies as her emblem), the chaste tree and sunflowers

Incense: frankincense, myrrh



Homeric Hymn to Demeter

 Translated by Gregory Nagy


         I begin to sing of Demeter, the holy goddess with the beautiful hair.
            And her daughter [Persephone] too. The one with the delicate ankles, whom Hadês
            seized. She was given away by Zeus, the loud-thunderer, the one who sees far and wide.
            Demeter did not take part in this, she of the golden double-axe, she who glories in the harvest.
         She [Persephone] was having a good time, along with the daughters of Okeanos, who wear their girdles slung low.
            She was picking flowers: roses, crocus, and beautiful violets.
            Up and down the soft meadow. Iris blossoms too she picked, and hyacinth.
            And the narcissus, which was grown as a lure for the flower-faced girl
            by Gaia [Earth]. All according to the plans of Zeus. She [Gaia] was doing a favor for the one who receives many guests [Hadês].
        It [the narcissus] was a wondrous thing in its splendor. To look at it gives a sense of holy awe
            to the immortal gods as well as mortal humans.
            It has a hundred heads growing from the root up.
            Its sweet fragrance spread over the wide skies up above.
            And the earth below smiled back in all its radiance. So too the churning mass of the salty sea.
       She [Persephone] was filled with a sense of wonder, and she reached out with both hands
            to take hold of the pretty plaything. And the earth, full of roads leading every which way, opened up under her.
            It happened on the Plain of Nysa. There it was that the Lord who receives many guests made his lunge.
            He was riding on a chariot drawn by immortal horses. The son of Kronos. The one known by many names.
            He seized her against her will, put her on his golden chariot,
      And drove away as she wept. She cried with a piercing voice,
                 calling upon her father [Zeus], the son of Kronos, the highest and the best.
                 But not one of the immortal ones, or of human mortals,
            heard her voice. Not even the olive trees which bear their splendid harvest.
            Except for the daughter of Persaios, the one who keeps in mind the vigor of nature.
         She heard it from her cave. She is Hekatê, with the splendid headband.
            And the Lord Helios [Sun] heard it too, the magnificent son of Hyperion.
            They heard the daughter calling upon her father, the son of Kronos.
            But he, all by himself,
            was seated far apart from the gods, inside a temple, the precinct of many prayers.
            He was receiving beautiful sacrificial rites from mortal humans.
         She was being taken, against her will, at the behest of Zeus,
            by her father’s brother, the one who makes many sêmata, the one who receives many guests,
            the son of Kronos, the one with many names. On the chariot drawn by immortal horses.
            So long as the earth and the star-filled sky
            were still within the goddess’s [Persephone’s] view, as also the fish-swarming sea [pontos], with its strong currents,
        as also the rays of the sun, she still had hope that she would yet see
            her dear mother and that special group, the immortal gods.
            For that long a time her great noos was soothed by hope, distressed as she was.
            The peaks of mountains resounded, as did the depths of the sea [pontos],
            with her immortal voice. And the Lady Mother [Demeter] heard her.
         And a sharp akhos seized her heart. The headband on her hair
            she tore off with her own immortal hands
            and threw a dark cloak over her shoulders.
            She sped off like a bird, soaring over land and sea,
            looking and looking. But no one was willing to tell her the truth [etêtuma],
         not one of the gods, not one of the mortal humans,
            not one of the birds, messengers of the truth [etêtuma].
            Thereafter, for nine days did the Lady Demeter
            wander all over the earth, holding torches ablaze in her hands.
            Not once did she take of ambrosia and nectar, sweet to drink,
         in her grief, nor did she bathe her skin in water.
            But when the tenth bright dawn came upon her,
            Hekatê came to her, holding a light ablaze in her hands.
            She came with a message, and she spoke up, saying to her:
            “Lady Demeter, bringer of hôrai, giver of splendid gifts,
        which one of the gods who dwell in the sky or which one of mortal humans
            seized Persephone and brought grief to your philos thûmos?
            I heard the sounds, but I did not see with my eyes
            who it was. So I quickly came to tell you everything, without error.”
            So spoke Hekatê. But she was not answered
        by the daughter [Demeter] of Rhea with the beautiful hair. Instead, she [Demeter] joined her [Hekatê] and quickly
            set out with her, holding torches ablaze in her hands.
            They came to Hêlios, the seeing-eye of gods and men.
            They stood in front of his chariot-team, and the resplendent goddess asked this question:
            “Helios! Show me respect [aidôs], god to goddess, if ever
        I have pleased your heart and thûmos in word or deed.
            It is about the girl born to me, a sweet young seedling, renowned for her beauty,
            whose piercing cry I heard resounding through the boundless aether,
            as if she were being forced, though I did not see it with my eyes.
            I turn to you as one who ranges over all the earth and sea [pontos]
      as you look down from the bright aether with your sunbeams:
            tell me without error whether you have by any chance seen my philon child,
            and who has taken her away from me by force, against her will,
            and then gone away? Tell me which one of the gods or mortal humans did it.”
            So she spoke. And the son of Hyperion answered her with these words:
       “Daughter of Rhea with the beautiful hair, Queen Demeter!
            You shall know the answer, for I greatly respect you and feel sorry for you
            as you grieve over your child, the one with the delicate ankles. No one else
            among all the immortals is responsible [aitios] except the cloud-gatherer Zeus himself,
            who gave her to Hadês as his beautiful wife.
            So he gave her to his own brother. And he [Hadês], heading for the misty realms of darkness,
         seized her as he drove his chariot and as she screamed out loud.
            But I urge you, goddess: stop your loud cry of lamentation: you should not
            have an anger without bounds, all in vain. It is not unseemly
            to have, of all the immortals, such a son-in-law as Hadês, the one who makes many sêmata.
        He is the brother [of Zeus], whose seed is from the same place. And as for tîmê,
            he has his share, going back to the very beginning, when the three-way division of inheritance was made.
            He dwells with those whose king he was destined by lot to be.”
            So saying, he shouted to his horses, and they responded to his command
            as they swiftly drew the speeding chariot, like long-winged birds.
        And she [Demeter] was visited by grief [akhos] that was even more terrible than before: it makes you think of the Hound of Hadês.
            In her anger at the one who is known for his dark clouds, the son of Kronos,
            she shunned the company of gods and lofty Olympus.
            She went away, visiting the cities of humans, with all their fertile landholdings,
            shading over her appearance, for a long time. And not one of men,
        looking at her, could recognize her. Not one of women, either, who are accustomed to wear their girdles low-slung.
            Until, one day, she came to the house of bright-minded Keleos,
            who was at that time ruler of Eleusis, fragrant with incense.
            She sat down near the road, sad in her philon heart,
            at the well called Parthenion [the Virgin’s Place], where the people of the polis used to draw water.
      She sat in the shade, under the thick growth of an olive tree,
            looking like an old woman who had lived through many years and who is
             deprived of giving childbirth and of the gifts of Aphrodite, lover of garlands in the hair.
            She was like those nursemaids who belong to kings, administrators of themistes,
            and who are guardians of children in echoing palaces.
      She was seen by the daughters of Keleos, son of Eleusinos,
            who were coming to get water, easy to draw [from the well], in order to carry it
            in bronze water-jars to the phila home of their father.
            There were four of them, looking like goddesses with their bloom of adolescence:
            Kallidikê, Kleisidikê, and lovely Dêmô.
       And then there was Kallithoê, who was the eldest of them all.
            They did not recognize her [Demeter]. Gods are hard for mortals to see.
            They [the daughters] stood near her and spoke these winged words:
            “Who are you, and where are you from, old woman, old among old humans?
            Why has your path taken you far away from the polis? Why have you not drawn near to the palace?
      There, throughout the shaded chambers, are women
            who are as old as you are, and younger ones too,
            who would welcome you in word and in deed.”
            So she spoke. And the Lady Goddess spoke with the following words:
            “Phila children! Whoever women you are among the female kind of humans,
       I wish you kharis [‘I wish you pleasure and happiness from our relationship, starting now’]. I shall tell you. It is not unseemly,
            since you ask, for me to tell you alêthea.
            Dôsô is my name. It was given to me by my honored mother.
            But that was then. I am from Crete, having traveled over the wide stretches of sea
            against my will. Without my consent, by biâ, by duress,
       I was abducted by pirates. After a while,
            sailing with their swift ship, they landed at the harbor of Thorikos. There the ship was boarded by women
            of the mainland, many of them. They [the pirates]
            started preparing dinner next to the prow of the beached ship.
            But my thûmos did not yearn for food, that delight of the mind.
       I stole away and set out to travel over the dark earth of the mainland, fleeing my arrogant captors. This way, I stopped them
            from drawing any benefit from my worth without having paid the price.
            That is how I got here, in the course of all my wanderings. And I do not know
            what this land is and who live here.
      But I pray to all the gods who abide on Olympus that you be granted
            vigorous husbands and that you be able to bear children,
            in accordance with the wishes of your parents. As for me, young girls, take pity.
            To be honest about it, what I want is for you to name for me a house to go to, the house of someone, man or woman, who has phila children to be taken care of.
            I want to work for them,
       honestly. The kind of work that is cut out for a female who has outlived others her own age.
            I could take some newborn baby in my arms,
            and nourish him well. I could watch over his house.
            I would make his bed in the inner recesses of well-built chambers,
            the royal bed. And I could see to a woman’s tasks.”
      So spoke the goddess. And she was answered straightaway by the unwed maiden,
            Kallidikê, the most beautiful of the daughters of Keleos:
            “Old Mother, we humans endure the gifts the gods give us, even when we are grieving over what has to be.
            They [the gods] are, after all, far better than we are.
            What I now say will be clear advice, and I will name for you
      the men who have the great control, divinely given, of tîmê here:
            the men who stand at the forefront of the dêmos and who protect the citadel of the polis
            with their wise counsel and their straight dikai.
            And then there are the wives too: of sound-minded Triptolemos, of Dioklos,
       of Dolikhos, and of our splendid father [Keleos].
            The wives of all of these manage the palace.
            Of these women, not a single one of them, when they first look at you,
            would deprive you of tîmê, the way you look, and turn you away from the palace.
       If you wish, wait for us, while we go to the palace of our father
            and tell our mother, Metaneira with the low-slung girdle,
            all these things from beginning to end, in the hope that she will tell you
            to come to our house and not to seek out the houses of others.
            She has a treasured son, growing up in the well-built palace.
       He was born late, after many a prayer for the birth of a son: a great joy to his parents.
            If you nourish him to grow till he reaches the crossing-point of life, coming of age,
            I can predict that you will be the envy of any woman who lays eyes on you.
            That is how much compensation she [Metaneira] would give you in return for raising him.”
            So she [Kallidikê] spoke. And she [Demeter] nodded her assent. So they,
      filling their splendid jars with water, carried it off, looking magnificent.
            Swiftly they came to the great palace of their father, and quickly they told their mother
            what they saw and heard. And she told them
            quickly to go and invite her [Demeter] for whatever wages, no limits,
            and they, much as deer or heifers in the hôrâ of spring
       prance along the meadow, satiating their dispositions as they graze on the grass,
            so also they, hitching up the folds of their lovely dresses,
            dashed along the rutted roadway, their hair flowing
            over their shoulders, looking like crocus blossoms.
            They found the illustrious goddess sitting near the road, just the way
      they had left her. Then they led her to the phila palace of their father.
            She was walking behind them, sad in her philon heart.
            She was wearing a veil on her head, and a long dark robe [peplos]
            trailed around the delicate feet of the goddess.
            Straightaway they came to the palace of sky-nurtured Keleos.
       They went through the hall, heading for the place where their mistress, their mother,
            was sitting near the threshold of a well-built chamber,
            holding in her lap her son, a young seedling. And they ran over
            to her side. She [Demeter] in the meantime went over to the threshold and stood on it, with feet firmly planted, and her head
            reached all the way to the ceiling. And she filled the whole indoors with a divine light.
     She [Metaneira] was seized by a sense of aidôs, by a holy wonder, by a blanching fear.
            She [Metaneira] yielded to her [Demeter] the chair on which she was sitting, and she told her to sit down.
            But Demeter, the bringer of hôrai, the giver of splendid gifts,
            refused to sit down on the splendid chair,
            but she stood there silent, with her beautiful eyes downcast,
       until Iambê, the one who knows what is worth caring about [kednon] and what is not, set down for her
            a well-built stool, on top of which she threw a splendid fleece.
            On this she [Demeter] sat down, holding with her hands a veil before her face.
            For a long time she sat on the stool, without uttering a sound, in her sadness.
       Unsmiling, not partaking of food or drink,
            she sat there, wasting away with yearning for her daughter with the low-slung girdle,
            until Iambê, the one who knows what is dear and what is not, started making fun.
            Making many jokes, she turned the Holy Lady’s disposition in another direction,
            making her smile and laugh and have a merry thûmos.
     Ever since, she [Iambê] has been pleasing her [Demeter] with the sacred rites.
            Then Metaneira offered her [Demeter] a cup, having filled it with honey-sweet wine.
            But she refused, saying that it was divinely ordained that she not
            drink red wine. Then she [Demeter] ordered her [Metaneira] to mix some barley and water
            with delicate pennyroyal, and to give her [Demeter] that potion to drink.
      So she [Metaneira] made the kukeôn and offered it to the goddess, just as she had ordered.
            The Lady known far and wide as Dêô accepted it, for the sake of the hosia.
            Then well-girded Metaneira spoke up in their midst:
            “Woman, I wish you kharis [‘I wish you pleasure and happiness from our relationship, starting now’]. I speak this way because I think you are descended not from base parents
            but from noble ones. You have the look of aidôs in your eyes,
     and the look of kharis, just as if you were descended from kings, who uphold the themistes.
            We humans endure the gifts the gods give us, even when we are grieving over what has to be.
            The yoke has been placed on our neck.
            But now that you have come here, there will be as many things that they give to you as they give to me.
            Take this little boy of mine and nourish him. He is late-born, and it was beyond my expectations
       that the immortals could have given him to me. I prayed many times to have him.
            If you nourish him to grow till he reaches the crossing-point of life, coming of age,
            I can predict that you will be the envy of any woman who lays eyes on you.
            That is how much compensation I [Metaneira] would give you in return for raising him.”
            Then Demeter, with the beautiful garlands in her hair, addressed her:
      “Woman, I wish you kharis back, and then some. May the gods give you good things.
            With positive intentions, I will take your little boy as you tell me to.
            I will nourish him, and I do not expect that, through the inadvertence of her nursemaid,
            he would perish from a pestilence or from the Undercutter.
            I know an antidote that is far more powerful than the Woodcutter;
     I know a genuine remedy for the painful pestilence.”
            Having so spoken, she took the child to her fragrant bosom,
            in her immortal hands. And the mother [Metaneira] rejoiced in her mind.
            And thus it came to pass that the splendid son of bright-minded Keleos,
            Dêmophôn, who was born to well-girded Metaneira,
     was nourished in the palace, and he grew up like a daimôn,
            not eating grain, not sucking from the breast. But Demeter
            used to anoint him with ambrosia, as if he had been born of the goddess,
            and she would breathe down her sweet breath on him as she held him to her bosom.
            At nights she would conceal him within the menos of fire, as if he were a smoldering log,
       and his philoi parents were kept unaware. But they marveled
            at how full in bloom he came to be, and to look at him was like looking at the gods.
            Now Demeter would have made him ageless and immortal
            if it had not been for the heedlessness of well-girded Metaneira,
            who went spying one night, leaving her own fragrant bedchamber,
       and caught sight of it [what Demeter was doing]. She let out a shriek and struck her two thighs,
            afraid for her child. She had made a big mistake in her thûmos.
            Weeping, she spoke these winged words:
            “My child! Demophon! The stranger, this woman, is making you disappear in a mass of flames!
     So she spoke, weeping. And the resplendent goddess heard her.
            Demeter, she of the beautiful garlands in the hair, became angry at her
            She [Demeter] took her [Metaneira’s] philos little boy, who had been born to her mother in the palace, beyond her expectations,
            —she took him in her immortal hands and put him down on the floor, away from her.
            She had taken him out of the fire, very angry in her thûmos,
     and straightaway she spoke to well-girded Metaneira:
            “Ignorant humans! Heedless, unable to recognize in advance
            the difference between future good fortune [aisa] and future bad.
            In your heedlessness, you have made a big mistake, a mistake without remedy.
            I swear by the Styx, the witness of oaths that gods make, as I say this:
     immortal and ageless for all days
            would I have made your philos little boy, and I would have given him tîmê that is unwilting [a-phthi-tos].
            But now there is no way for him to avoid death and doom.
            Still, he will have a tîmê that is unwilting [a-phthi-tos], for all time, because he had once sat
            on my knees and slept in my arms.
      At the right hôrâ, every year,
            the sons of the Eleusinians will have a war, a terrible battle
            among each other. They will do so for all days to come.
            I am Demeter, the holder of tîmai. I am the greatest
            boon and joy for immortals and mortals alike.
       But come! Let a great temple, with a great altar at its base,
            be built by the entire dêmos. Make it at the foot of the acropolis and its steep walls.
            Make it loom over the well of Kallikhoron, on a prominent hill.
            And I will myself instruct you in the sacred rites so that, in the future,
            you may perform the rituals in the proper way and thus be pleasing to my noos.”
      So saying, the goddess changed her size and appearance,
            shedding her old age, and she was totally enveloped in beauty.
            And a lovely fragrance wafted from her perfumed robes.
            The radiance of her immortal complexion
            shone forth from the goddess. Her blond hair streamed down her shoulder.
      The well-built palace was filled with light, as if from a flash of lightning.
            She went out of the palace, and straightaway her [Metaneira’s] knees buckled.
            For a long time she [Metaneira] was speechless. She did not even think of
            her treasured little boy, to pick him up from the floor.
            But his sisters heard his plaintive wailing,
      and they quickly ran downstairs from their well-cushioned bedrooms. One of them
            picked up the child in her arms, clasping him to her bosom.
            Another one rekindled the fire. Still another one rushed, with her delicate feet,
            to prop up her mother as she was staggering out of the fragrant room.
            They all bunched around the little boy, washing him as he gasped and spluttered.
       They all kept hugging him, but his thûmos could not be comforted.
            He was now being held by nursemaids who were far inferior.
            All night they prayed to the illustrious goddess,
            trembling with fear. And when the bright dawn came,
            they told Keleos, who rules far and wide, exactly what happened,
      and what the goddess Demeter, the one with the beautiful garlands in the hair, instructed them to do.
            Then he [Keleos] assembled the masses of the people, from this end of the public place to the other,
            and he gave out the order to build, for Demeter with the beautiful hair, a splendid temple,
            and an altar too, on top of the prominent hill.
            And they obeyed straightaway, hearing his voice.
      They built it as he ordered. And the temple grew bigger and bigger, taking shape through the dispensation of the daimôn.
            When the people had finished their work and paused from their labor,
            they all went home. But blond-haired Demeter
            sat down and stayed there [in the temple], shunning the company of all the blessed ones [the gods].
            She was wasting away with yearning for her daughter with the low-slung girdle.
       She made that year the most terrible one for mortals, all over the Earth, the nurturer of many.
            It was so terrible, it makes you think of the Hound of Hadês. The Earth did not send up
            any seed. Demeter, she with the beautiful garlands in her hair, kept them [the seeds] covered underground..
            Many a curved plough was dragged along the fields by many an ox—all in vain.
            Many a bright grain of wheat fell into the earth—all for naught.
      At this moment, she [Demeter] could have destroyed the entire race of meropes humans
            with harsh hunger, thus depriving of their tîmê
            the dwellers of the Olympian abodes—[the tîmê of] sacrificial portions of meat for eating or for burning,
            if Zeus had not noticed with his noos, taking note in his thûmos.
            First, he sent Iris, with the golden wings, to summon
       Demeter with the splendid hair, with a beauty that is much loved.
            That is what he told her to do. And she obeyed Zeus, the one with the dark clouds, the son of Kronos,
            and she ran the space between sky and earth quickly with her feet.
            She arrived at the city of Eleusis, fragrant with incense,
            and she found in the temple Demeter, the one with the dark robe.
     Addressing her, she spoke winged words:
            “Demeter! Zeus, the one who has unwilting [a-phthi-ta] knowledge, summons you
            to come to that special group, the company of the immortal gods.
            So then, come! May what my words say, which come from Zeus, not fail to be turned into action that is completed.”
            So she spoke, making an entreaty. But her [Demeter’s] thûmos was not persuaded.
      After that, the Father sent out all the other blessed and immortal gods.
            They came one by one,
            they kept calling out to her, offering many beautiful gifts,
            all sorts of tîmai that she could choose for herself if she joined the company of the immortal gods.
            But no one could persuade her in her thinking or in her intention [noêma],
     angry as she was in her thûmos, and she harshly said no to their words.
            She said that she would never go to fragrant Olympus,
            that she would never send up the harvest of the earth,
            until she saw with her own eyes her daughter, the one with the beautiful looks.
            But when the loud-thunderer, the one who sees far and wide, heard this,
     he sent to Erebos [Hadês] the one with the golden wand, the Argos-killer
            so that he may persuade Hadês, with gentle words,
            that he allow holy Persephone to leave the misty realms of darkness
            and be brought up to the light in order to join the daimones [the gods in Olympus], so that her mother may
            see her with her own eyes and then let go of her anger.
      Hermes did not disobey, but straightaway he headed down beneath the depths of the earth,
            rushing full speed, leaving behind the abode of Olympus.
            And he found the Lord inside his palace,
            seated on a funeral couch, along with his duly acquired bedmate,
            the one who was much under duress, yearning for her mother, and suffering from the unbearable things
      inflicted on her by the will of the blessed ones.
            Going near him [Hadês] and stopping, the powerful Argos-killer said to him:
            “Hadês! Dark-haired one! King of the dead!
            Zeus the Father orders that I have splendid Persephone
            brought back up to light from Erebos back to him and his company, so that her mother
      may see her with her own eyes and let go of her wrath and terrible mênis
            against the immortals. For she [Demeter] is performing a mighty deed,
            to destroy [root phthi-] the tribes of earth-born humans, causing them to be without menos,
            by hiding the Seed underground—and she is destroying [root phthi-] the tîmai
            of the immortal gods. She has a terrible anger, and she refuses
     to keep company with the gods. Instead, far removed, she is seated inside
            a temple fragrant with incense. She has taken charge of the rocky citadel of Eleusis.”
            So he spoke. Hadês, King of the Dead, smiled
            with his brows, and he did not disobey the order of Zeus the King.
            Swiftly he gave an order to bright-minded Persephone.
       “Go, Persephone, to your mother, the one with the dark robe.
            Have a kindly disposition and thûmos in your breast.
            Do not be too upset, excessively so.
            I will not be an unseemly husband to you, in the company of the immortals.
            I am the brother of Zeus the Father. If you are here,
       you will be queen of everything that lives and moves about,
            and you will have the greatest tîmai in the company of the immortals.
            Those who violate dikê– will get punishment for all days to come
            —those who do not supplicate your menos with sacrifice,
            performing the rituals in a reverent way, executing perfectly the offerings that are due.”
      So he spoke. And high-minded Persephone rejoiced.
            Swiftly she set out, with joy. But he [Hadês]
            gave her, stealthily, the honey-sweet berry of the pomegranate to eat,
            peering around him. He did not want her to stay for all time
            over there, at the side of her honorable mother, the one with the dark robe.
     The immortal horses were harnessed to the golden chariot
            by Hadês, the one who makes many sêmata.
            She got up on the chariot, and next to her was the powerful Argos-killer,
            who took reins and whip into his philai hands
            and shot out of the palace [of Hadês]. And the horses sped away eagerly.
     Swiftly they made their way along the long journey. Neither the sea
            nor the water of the rivers nor the grassy valleys
            nor the mountain peaks could hold up the onrush of the immortal horses.
            High over the peaks they went, slicing through the vast air.
            He came to a halt at the place where Demeter, with the beautiful garlands in the hair,
     was staying, at the forefront of the temple fragrant with incense. When she [Demeter] saw them,
            she rushed forth like a maenad down a wooded mountainslope.

     But when the earth starts blossoming with fragrant flowers of springtime,
            flowers of every sort, then it is that you must come up from the misty realms of darkness,
            once again, a great thing of wonder to gods and mortal humans alike.
            But what kind of ruse was used to deceive you by the powerful one, the one who receives many guests?”                                                                          
     She [Demeter] was answered by Persephone, the most beautiful:
            “So then, Mother, I shall tell you everything, without error.
            When the messenger came to me, the swift Argos-killer,
            with the news from my father, the son of Kronos, and from the other dwellers in the sky,
            that I should come from Erebos, so that you may see me with your own eyes
       and let go of your wrath and terrible mênis against the immortals,
            then I sprang up for joy, but he, stealthily,
            put into my hand the berry of the pomegranate, that honey-sweet food,
            and he compelled me by biâ to eat of it.
            As for how it was that he [Hadês] snatched me away, through the mêtis of the son of Kronos,
      my father, and how he took me down beneath the depths of the earth,
            I will tell you and relate in order, as you ask.
            We were, all of us, going along the lovely meadow, I and
            Leukippê, Phainô, Elektra, Ianthê,
            Melitê, Iakhê, Rhodeia, Kallirrhoê,
      Mêlobosis, Tychê, and flower-faced Okyrrhoê,
            Chryseis, Ianeira, Akastê, Admêtê,
            Rhodopê, Ploutô, and lovely Kalypsô,
            Styx, Ourania, and lovely Galaxaura.
            Also Pallas [Athena], the one who rouses to battle, and Artemis, who delights in arrows.
     We were playing and gathering lovely flowers in our hands,
            an assortment of delicate crocus, iris, and hyacinth,
            rosebuds and lilies, a wonder to behold,
            and the narcissus, which is grown, like the crocus, by the wide earth.
            I was joyfully gathering the flowers, and then the earth beneath me
      gave way, and there it was that he sprang out, the powerful lord who receives many guests.
            He took me away under the earth in his golden chariot.
            It was very much against my will. I cried with a piercing voice.
            These things, grieving, I tell you, and they are all alêthea.”
            In this way did the two of them spend the whole day, having a like-minded thûmos,
      and they gladdened greatly each other’s heart and thûmos,
            hugging each other, and their thûmos ceased having akhos.
            They received joy from each other, and gave it.
            Then Hekatê approached them, the one with the splendid headband.
            And she welcomed back the daughter of holy Demeter with many embraces.
      And from that day forward, the Lady [Hekatê] became her [Persephone’s] attendant and substitute queen.
            Then the loud-thundering Zeus, who sees far and wide, sent to them a messenger,
            Rhea with the beautiful hair, to bring Demeter, the one with the dark robe,
            to join the company of the special group of gods. And he promised tîmai
            that he would give to her [Demeter], which she could receive in the company of the immortal gods.
      He [Zeus] assented that her daughter, every time the season came round,
            would spend a third portion of the year in the realms of dark mist underneath,
            and the other two thirds in the company of her mother and the other immortals.
            So he spoke, and the goddess [Rhea] did not disobey the messages of Zeus.
            Swiftly she darted off from the peaks of Olympus
      and arrived at the Rarian Field, the life-bringing fertile spot of land,
            in former times, at least. But, at this time, it was no longer life-bringing, but it stood idle
            and completely without green growth. The bright grain of wheat had stayed hidden underneath,
            through the mental power of Demeter, the one with the beautiful ankles. But, from this point on,
            it began straightaway to flourish with long ears of grain
      as the springtime was increasing its power. On the field, the fertile furrows
            began to be overflow with cut-down ears of grain lying on the ground, while the rest of what was cut down was already bound into sheaves.
            This happened the moment she [Rhea] arrived from the boundless aether.
            They [Demeter and Rhea] were glad to see each other, and they rejoiced in their thûmos.
            Then Rhea, the one with the splendid headband, addressed her [Demeter]:
       “Come, child, Zeus the loud-thunderer, the one who sees far and wide, is summoning you
            to come to the company of that special group of gods. And he promised tîmai
            that he would give you, which you could receive in the company of the immortal gods.
            He [Zeus] assented that your daughter, every time the season comes round,
            would spend a third portion of the year in the realms of dark mist underneath,
     and the other two thirds in your company and that of the other immortals.
            He has assented to all this with the nod of his head.
            So come, my child! Obey! Do not be too
            stubborn in your anger at the dark-clouded son of Kronos.
            Straightaway make the harvest grow, that life-bringer for humans.”
      So she spoke, and Demeter, she with the beautiful garlands in her hair, did not disobey.
            Straightaway she sent up the harvest from the land with its rich clods of earth.
            And all the wide earth with leaves and blossoms
            was laden. Then she went to the kings, administrators of themistes,
            and she showed them—to Triptolemos, to Diokles, driver of horses,
    to powerful Eumolpos and to Keleos, leader of the people [lâoi]—
            she revealed to them the way to perform the sacred rites, and she pointed out the ritual to all of them
            —the holy ritual, which it is not at all possible to ignore, to find out about,
            or to speak out. The great awe of the gods holds back any speaking out.
      Olbios among earth-bound mortals is he who has seen these things.
            But whoever is uninitiated in the rites, whoever takes no part in them, will never get a share [aisa] of those sorts of things [that the initiated get],
            once they die, down below in the dank realms of mist.
            But when the resplendent goddess finished all her instructions,
            they [Demeter and Persephone] went to Olympus, to join the company of the other gods.
       And there they abide at the side of Zeus, who delights in the thunderbolt.
            Holy they are, and revered. Olbios is he whom they,
            being kind, decide to love among earth-bound mortals.
            Straightaway they send to such a man, to reside at his hearth, in his great palace,
            Ploutos [Wealth personified], who gives riches to mortal humans.
      But come, you goddesses, who have charge of the dêmos of Eleusis, fragrant with incense.
            and of Paros the island and rocky Antron.
            Come, O lady resplendent with gifts, queen Dêô [Demeter], bringer of hôrai,
            both you and your daughter, the most beautiful Persephone.
            Think kindly and grant, in return for this song, a rich means of livelihood that suits the thûmos.
       And I will keep you in mind throughout the rest of my song.


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