Our favorite poem

Written by: Mr. White and Mr. Black.

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Though we (or Mr. Black) don't like reading poems that much (Shakespeares' sonnets :')), but Hades Welcomes His Bride is a fascinating and very readable poem, and we are hooked by this poem.

This poem is written by A. E. Stallings in 1993. It is about the story of Hades, the god of the underworld, kidnapping Persephone and enticing her to his home, however in a timid and gentle voice. Hope you will enjoy it!

Hades Welcomes His Bride

Come now, child, adjust your eyes, for sight
Is here a lesser sense. Here you must learn
Directions through your fingertips and feet
And map them in your mind. I think some shapes
Will gradually appear. The pale things twisting
Overhead are mostly roots, although some worms
Arrive here clinging to their dead. Turn here.
Ah. And in this hall will sit our thrones,
And here you shall be queen, my dear, the queen
Of all men ever to be born. No smile?
Well, some solemnity befits a queen.
These thrones I have commissioned to be made
Are unlike any you imagined; they glow
Of deep-black diamonds and lead, subtler
And in better taste than gold, as will suit
Your timid beauty and pale throat. Come now,
Down these winding stairs, the air more still
And dry and easier to breathe. Here is a room
For your diversions. Here I've set a loom
And silk unraveled from the finest shrouds
And dyed the richest, rarest shades of black.
Such pictures you shall weave! Such tapestries!
For you I chose those three thin shadows there,
And they shall be your friends and loyal maids,
And do not fear from them such gossiping
As servants usually are wont. They have
Not mouth nor eyes and cannot thus speak ill
Of you. Come, come. This is the greatest room;
I had it specially made after great thought
So you would feel at home. I had the ceiling
Painted to recall some evening sky--
But without the garish stars and lurid moon.
What? That stark shape crouching in the corner?
Sweet, that is to be our bed. Our bed.
Ah! Your hand is trembling! I fear
There is, as yet, too much pulse in it.

A. E. Stallings, 1993

Sources:

https://keirathemighty.blogspot.com/2009/08/hades-welcomes-his-bride.html

http://armytage.net/updata/803-808.pdf