The nine muses of the arts

[Biggus]

THE NINE MUSES OF THE ARTS

The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her hand
Calliope was Homer's muse
Inspiration for the Iliad
Divine influence of the Odyssey

The second was,
The divine Clio
The maker of fame,
Was the muse of history
A parchment scroll in her hands
Clio was the proclaimer

The third was,
The divine Erato,
Desired and lovely,
Was the muse of the lyric poets
A golden arrow in her hand
Muse of love verse
And of Erotic poetry
Erato the muse who charms the sight
And inspires love in everybody

The fourth was,
The divine Euterpe,
Rejoicing well,
Was firstly the muse of music
Then of Lyrical poetry
A double flute in her hand
Euterpe the Giver of delight

The fifth was,
The divine Melpomène,
The one that is melodious,
Was firstly the muse of singing
To celebrate with dance and song
Then she became the muse of tragedy
And hid behind a tragic mask
A knife or club in her hand
Creator of beautiful lyrical phrases
Melpomène muse of Horace

The sixth was,
The divine Polyhymnia,
The one of many hymns,
Was the Muse of sacred poetry and sacred hymns
Of eloquence and pantomime
In her long cloak and classical pose
Polyhymnia was a serious, pensive and meditative muse

The seventh was,
The divine Terpsichore,
Delight of dancing,
Muse of choral songs and dance
A lyre in her hand
Accompanies the dancers
Terpsichore muse of dance
Mother of the sirens

The eighth was,
The divine Thalia,
Flourishing, in bloom,
Was the muse of comedy and idyllic poetry
A comic mask in her hand
The praises of Thalia, rustic goddess
And in her songs flourish through time

The ninth and final was,
The divine Urania,
Heavenly muse,
Was the muse of astrology
A globe in her hand
Dressed in a cloak embroidered with stars
Urania was reader of the stars

[dizzydoll]

I enjoyed reading that thank you. I was a muse once to a very dear friend who wrote poetry, he said he wrote more poems after our meeting.

If allowed a choice, its difficult to say but I think I should choose to be CLIO for the joy she must bring. :biggrin5:

[Hayseed Huck]

Hello,

For 17 years I tried to get my students
to use the dash.

For 16 years I tried to get my students
to blurt-out.

eliminate the copula verb.
eliminate the article.

It's a matter of phrasing.
Listen to Sinatra pass over or
barely vocalize unimpostant words.

Poetry's like that.

**
The first was,
**

The first--
divine Calliope

Sing-- "The first ..." pause--
let the orchestra catch-up.
**

Poetry is not a list of facts
everyone already knows.

But if you rearranged these facts--
place General Patton in Rome as
one of the conspirators-- now you
have something.

Zeus fathering Achilles instead of
Castor and Pollox... Angelia Joile
instead of Helen.

Remember above all-- I pass-out odd
ideas.

Many to be ignored.

Imagine saying good poetry reads like
Sinatra singing !!!!

HH

[dizzydoll]

I like that HH -- music and poetry sounds good to me. :nopity: rhythm and beat.

[hillwalker]

You have hit the nail on the head HH - poetry does not have to be a shopping list set to rhyme or a set of formal paragraphs split up into equi-syllabic lines. It's letting someone else inside your head (at your invitation) to have a rummage through your thought processes, your imaginings, your dreams and fears, your loves and hates. And more to the point, giving them a glimmer of what you see when you look at the same thing they are looking at. Making the mundane appear magical.....

[Biggus]

Thanks All