A smile fell in the grass.
And how will your night dances
Lose themselves. In mathematics?
Such pure leaps and spirals—
Surely they travel
The world forever, I shall not entirely
Sit emptied of beauties, the gift
Of your small breath, the drenched grass
Smell of your sleep, lilies, lilies.
Their flesh bares no relation.
Cold folds of their ego, the calla,
And the tiger, embellishing itself—
Soots, and a spread of hot petals.
Have such a space to cross,
Such coldness, forgetfulness.
So your gestures flake off—
Warm and human, then their pink light
Bleeding and peeling
Through the black amnesias of heaven.
Why am I given
These lamps, these planets
Falling like blessings, like flakes
On my eyes, my lips, my hair
Touching and melting
Come, Death, I’d have a word with thee;
And thou, poor Innocency;
And Love—a Lad with broken wing;
And Pity, too:
The Fool shall sing to you,
As Fools shall sing.
Ay, music hath small sense,
And a tune’s soon told,
And the Earth is old, And my poor wits are dense;
Yet have I secrets,—dark, my dear,
To breathe you all.
And lest some hideous listener tells,
I’ll ring my bells.
They are all at war!—
Yes, yes, their bodies go
'Neath burning sun and icy star
To chanted songs of woe,
Dragging cold cannon through a mire
Of rain and blood and spouting fire,
The new moon glinting hard on eyes
Wide with insanities!
Shh!… I use words I hardly know the meaning of;
And the mute birds
Are glancing at Love
From out their shade of leaf and flower,
Trembling and treacheries
Which even in the noonday cower.
Heed, heed not what I said
Of frenzied hosts of men,
More fools than I, on envy, hatred fed,
Who kill and die—
Spake not I plainly, then?
Yet Pity whispered, ‘Why?’
Thou silly thing, off to thy daisies go!
Mine was not news for child to know,
And Death—no ears hath.
He hath supped where creep
Eyeless worms in hush of sleep;
Yet, when he smiles, the hand he draws
Athwart his grinning jaws—
Faintly the thin bones rattle, and—there, there!
Hearken how my bells in the air
Drive away care!…
Nay but a dream I had
Of a world all mad.
Not simple happy mad like me,
Who am mad like an empty scene
Of water and willow tree,
Where the wind hath been;
But that foul Satan-mad
Who rots in his own head,
And counts the dead.
Not honest one—and two—
But for the ghosts they were.
Brave, fraithful, true,
When, head in air,
In Earth’s clear green and blue
Heaven they did share
With beauty who bade them there…
There, now! Death goes—
Mayhap I’ve wearied him.
Ay, and the light doth dim;
And asleep’s the rose;
And tired Innocence
In dreams is hence…
Come, Love, my lad,
Nodding that drowsy head,
'Tis time thy prayers were said!
-Walter De La Mer
Two, of course there are two.
It seems perfectly natural now—
The one who never looks up, who’s eyes are lidded
And balled, like Blake’s,
The birthmarks that are his trademark—
The scald scar of water,
Verdigris of the condor.
I am his red meat. His beak
Claps sidewise: I am not his yet.
He tells me how badly I photograph.
He tells me how sweet
The babies look in their hospital
Icebox, a simple
Frill at the neck,
Then the flutings of their Ionian
Then their two little feet.
He does not smile or smoke.
The other does that,
His hair long and plausive.
Masturbating a glitter,
He wants to be loved.
I do not stir.
The frost makes a flower,
The dew makes a star,
The dead bell,
The dead bell.
Somebody’s done for.
They told me Pan was dead, but I
Oft marvelled who it was that sang
Down the green valleys languidly
Where the grey elder-thickets hang.
Sometimes I thought it was a bird
My soul had charged with sorcery;
Sometimes it seemed my own heart heard
Inland the sorrow of the sea.
But even when they primrose sets
The seal of her pale loveliness,
I found amid the violets
Tears of an antique bitterness.
-Walter De La Mer
I love myself.’
First, are you our sort of person?
Do you wear
A glass eye, false teeth or a crutch,
A brace or a hook,
Rubber breasts or a rubber crotch,
Stitches to show something’s missing?
No, no? Then
How can we give you a thing?
Stop crying. Open your hand.
Empty? Empty. Here is a hand
To fill it and willing
To bring teacups and roll away headaches
And do whatever you will tell it.
Will you marry it?
It is guarenteed
To thumb shut your eyes at the end
And dissolve of sorrow.
We make new stock from the salt.
I notice you are stark naked.
How about this suit—
Black and stiff, but not a bad fit.
Will you marry it?
It is waterproof, shatterproof, proof
Against fire and bombs through the roof.
Believe me they’ll bury you in it.
Now your head, excuse me, is empty.
I have the ticket for that
Come here, sweetie, out of the closet.
Well what do you think of that?
Naked as paper to start.
But in twenty-five years she’ll be silver
In fifty, gold.
A living doll everywhere you look.
It can sew, it can cook.
It can talk, talk, talk.
It works, there is nothing wrong with it.
You have a hole, it’s a poultice.
You have an eye, it’s an image.
My boy, it’s your last resort.
Will you marry it, marry it, marry it.
"I barely know you, she says, voice heavy with sleep. I don’t know your favourite color or how you like your coffee. What keeps you up at night or the lullabies that sing you to sleep. I don’t know a thing about the first girl you loved, why you stopped loving her or why you still do.
I don’t know how many millions of cells you are made of and if they have any idea they are part of something so beautiful and unimaginably perfect.
I may not have a clue about any of these things, but this—she places her hand on his chest—this I know.”
—from Lullabies by Lang Leav
I haven’t read all of these books yet so I can’t tell you whether or not I recommend them, but since I know a lot of you are interested in reading and finding out more about a lot of the gods featured in these books, this is basically a list of the ones I have either read and liked, that have been recommended to me, or that I saw getting a lot of good reviews on goodreads.
Titles without links are the books I sadly couldn’t find pdfs or ebooks for. However I’ll keep trying, and if I succeed, I’ll update this post.
Greek/Roman mythology novels:
- Of Poseidon, by Anna Banks - The Syrena Legacy #1 (download)
- Of Triton, by Anna Banks - The Syrena Legacy #2 (download)
- The Song of Achilles, by Madeline Miller
- The Vicious Deep #1, by Zoraida Cordova (download)
- The Savage Blue, by Zoraida Cordova - The Vicious Deep #2
- Medusa, A Love Story, by Sasha Summers - Loves of Olympus # 1 (download)
- For the Love of Hades, by Sasha Summers - Loves of Olympus # 2
- The Goddess Test #1, by Amiee Carter (download)
- Antigoddess, by Kendare Blake (download)
- Percy Jackson and the Olympians books 1-5 + The Demigod Files, by Rick Riordan (download)
- The Lost Hero, by Rick Riordan - Heroes of Olympus #1 (download)
- The Son of Neptune, by Rick Riordan - Heroes of Olympus #2 (download)
- The Mark of Athena, by Rick Riordan - Heroes of Olympus #3 (download)
- The House of Hades, by Rick Riordan - Heroes of Olympus #4 (download)
Norse mythology novels:
- Norse Code, by Greg Van Eekhout
- The United States of Asgard Series, by Tessa Gratton
Egyptian mythology novels:
- The Chaos of Stars, by Kiersten White
- The Red Pyramid, by Rick Riordan - The Kane Chronicles #1 (download)
- The Throne of Fire, by Rick Riordan - The Kane Chronicles #2 (download)
- The Serpent’s Shadow, by Rick Riordan - The Kane Chronicles #3 (download)
Various mythologies novels:
- American Gods #1, by Neil Gaiman (download)
- Anansi Boys, by Neil Gaiman - American Gods #2 (download)
- Succubus Blues, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #1 (download)
- Succubus on Top, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #2 (download)
- Succubus Dreams, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #3 (download)
- Succubus Heat, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #4 (download)
- Succubus Shadows, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #5 (download)
- Succubus Revealed, by Richelle Mead - Georgina Kincaid series #6 (download)
If you read any of these books and you like them, please don’t forget to properly purchase said books to support the author! This post was made merely to help get the word out about these works and their creators.