Let's write a song about the song of the birds:

Let's write a song about the song of the birds:

softly hear,

she sits in fertility 

adorning the mother godesss

goddess of love, 

goddess of mother, 

goddess of insight,


you ordinary bird 

that crosses the gray sky in every city scape across the wandering world. your tender heart evokes such sadness in me, I am not sure I can come to tea. 

oh pigeon 

your tender plee evokes such heartbreak in me, 

please tell me where is wisdom, 

where can i find her?

the astrology of me, where does she sit, waiting?

and how is the answer you're here. 

take me to her, and hold me gently 

while the light turns to gold. 


May 3, 2018 

Genevieve Sky 


Lovely Pigeon, by Anacreon (570 BC - 488 BC)

"Lovely pigeon, 

where, tell me where, do you fly from?

And why do you breathe out so much perfume, 

sprinkling it as you rush 

along in the air?

Who are you? What are you doing?

"Anacreon sent me

to his beloved boy, to Bathyllus, 

the one who now rules over all men, even over tyrants. 

The Cytherean one has sold me, 

receiving in exchange a little song;

but I, for Anacreon, 

perform so many services. 

Right now, as you see, 

I am conveying a letter of his. 

Yet he says that straightaway 

he will make me a free bird. 

But even if he lets me go, 

I will remain a slave at his side. 

Why should I fly away

into the hills, across the fields, 

just to perch in trees

and peck at some course fodder?

As for now, I dine on bread, 

eagerly snatching it from the hands 

of Anacreon himself; 

for drink he gives me

the wine which he tastes first, 

and drinking it down I dance with joy, 

and as my master strikes the lyre

I shade him with my wings. 

As he falls asleep, 

I slumber on the lyre itself. 
You have it all now - "

Anacreon, 570 BC - 488 BC