ENDNOTES:

(1)  ll. 1-9 are preserved by Diodorus Siculus iii. 66. 3; ll.
     10-21 are extant only in M.
(2)  Dionysus, after his untimely birth from Semele, was sewn
     into the thigh of Zeus.
(3)  sc. Semele.  Zeus is here speaking.
(4)  The reference is apparently to something in the body of the
     hymn, now lost.
(5)  The Greeks feared to name Pluto directly and mentioned him
     by one of many descriptive titles, such as 'Host of Many':
     compare the Christian use of O DIABOLOS or our 'Evil One'.
(6)  Demeter chooses the lowlier seat, supposedly as being more
     suitable to her assumed condition, but really because in her
     sorrow she refuses all comforts.
(7)  An act of communion -- the drinking of the potion here
     described -- was one of the most important pieces of ritual
     in the Eleusinian mysteries, as commemorating the sorrows of
     the goddess.
(8)  Undercutter and Woodcutter are probably popular names (after
     the style of Hesiod's 'Boneless One') for the worm thought
     to be the cause of teething and toothache.
(9)  The list of names is taken -- with five additions -- from
     Hesiod, "Theogony" 349 ff.: for their general significance
     see note on that passage.
(10) Inscriptions show that there was a temple of Apollo
     Delphinius (cp. ii. 495-6) at Cnossus and a Cretan month
     bearing the same name.
(11) sc. that the dolphin was really Apollo.
(12) The epithets are transferred from the god to his altar
     'Overlooking' is especially an epithet of Zeus, as in
     Apollonius Rhodius ii. 1124.
(13) Pliny notices the efficacy of the flesh of a tortoise
     against withcraft.  In "Geoponica" i. 14. 8 the living
     tortoise is prescribed as a charm to preserve vineyards from
     hail.
(14) Hermes makes the cattle walk backwards way, so that they
     seem to be going towards the meadow instead of leaving it
     (cp. l. 345); he himself walks in the normal manner, relying
     on his sandals as a disguise.
(15) Such seems to be the meaning indicated by the context,
     though the verb is taken by Allen and Sikes to mean, 'to be
     like oneself', and so 'to be original'.
(16) Kuhn points out that there is a lacuna here.  In l. 109 the
     borer is described, but the friction of this upon the
     fireblock (to which the phrase 'held firmly' clearly
     belongs) must also have been mentioned.
(17) The cows being on their sides on the ground, Hermes bends
     their heads back towards their flanks and so can reach their
     backbones.
(18) O. Muller thinks the 'hides' were a stalactite formation in
     the 'Cave of Nestor' near Messenian Pylos, -- though the
     cave of Hermes is near the Alpheus (l. 139).  Others suggest
     that actual skins were shown as relics before some cave near
     Triphylian Pylos.
(19) Gemoll explains that Hermes, having offered all the meat as
     sacrifice to the Twelve Gods, remembers that he himself as
     one of them must be content with the savour instead of the
     substance of the sacrifice.  Can it be that by eating he
     would have forfeited the position he claimed as one of the
     Twelve Gods?
(20) Lit. 'thorn-plucker'.
(21) Hermes is ambitious (l. 175), but if he is cast into Hades
     he will have to be content with the leadership of mere
     babies like himself, since those in Hades retain the state
     of growth -- whether childhood or manhood -- in which they
     are at the moment of leaving the upper world.
(22) Literally, 'you have made him sit on the floor', i.e. 'you
     have stolen everything down to his last chair.'
(23) The Thriae, who practised divination by means of pebbles
     (also called THRIAE).  In this hymn they are represented as
     aged maidens (ll. 553-4), but are closely associated with
     bees (ll. 559-563) and possibly are here conceived as having
     human heads and ******* with the bodies and wings of bees.
     See the edition of Allen and Sikes, Appendix III.
(24) Cronos swallowed each of his children the moment that they
     were born, but ultimately was forced to disgorge them.
     Hestia, being the first to be swallowed, was the last to be
     disgorged, and so was at once the first and latest born of
     the children of Cronos.  Cp. Hesiod "Theogony", ll. 495-7.
(25) Mr. Evelyn-White prefers a different order for lines #87-90
     than that preserved in the MSS.  This translation is based
     upon the following sequence: ll. 89,90,87,88. -- DBK.
(26) 'Cattle-earning', because an accepted suitor paid for his
     bride in cattle.
(27) The name Aeneas is here connected with the epithet AIEOS
     (awful): similarly the name Odysseus is derived (in
     "Odyssey" i.62) from ODYSSMAI (I grieve).
(28) Aphrodite extenuates her disgrace by claiming that the race
     of Anchises is almost divine, as is shown in the persons of
     Ganymedes and Tithonus.
(29) So Christ connecting the word with OMOS.  L. and S. give =
     OMOIOS, 'common to all'.
(30) Probably not Etruscans, but the non-Hellenic peoples of
     Thrace and (according to Thucydides) of Lemnos and Athens.
     Cp. Herodotus i. 57; Thucydides iv. 109.
(31) This line appears to be an alternative to ll. 10-11.
(32) The name Pan is here derived from PANTES, 'all'.  Cp.
     Hesiod, "Works and Days" ll. 80-82, "Hymn to Aphrodite" (v)
     l. 198. for the significance of personal names.
(33) Mr. Evelyn-White prefers to switch l. 10 and 11, reading 11
     first then 10. -- DBK.
(34) An extra line is inserted in some MSS. after l. 15. -- DBK.
(35) The epithet is a usual one for birds, cp. Hesiod, "Works and
     Days", l. 210; as applied to Selene it may merely indicate
     her passage, like a bird, through the air, or mean 'far
     flying'.
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In the gutter she sits.
It's raining again.
The drain is calling to the bobbing twig.
The twig that she snapped from the sapling.

She's so bored,mummy's at work again.
Now she's sitting in the rain.
Ripples at the flow with her cheap laced up shoes.
Her shoes all stained with salty water residue.
Kicking at the water.
She truly is her mother's daughter.
Stubborn to the rotten core.
Mother's job is not too pleasant.
She's a pheasant plucker.
She always works on rainy days.
Her daughter knows not what she does.
Mummy says it won't be long.
You know she needs the money.

She oughts go home.
But she'll still be alone.
The owl in the tree at roadside suggests she finds a towel.
Great notion, but little lassie can't speak owl.

The sky's wide open now.
It's pouring frown.
Releasing it's stress.
Wet shoes, wet skirt.
Sodden hair, soggy vest.
Supposes she really should go home.
Her hair's just a dripping mess.
Soggy tresses.

Time to go home little girl.
Mummy may be worried.
(c) Livvi

So ****** cold
and yet to hit deep freeze.

We love long Johns,
we love long Johns,
we love foot longs.

Have to use a pair of tweezers
to pull a hair out of
a hot bowl of soup;
when asked 'what are you doing with those,
I answer 'what do you think I'm doing,
they're pluckers,plucker'.

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She bleeds the fire from her eyes,.
She plucks the stars from her lonely skies,.
Places them in pockets of her soul,.
Forever longing to fill the rust lined holes,.
This systematic destruction of her esteem,.
The end result of the liars' horrible dream,.
She believes her path is lined with coals,.
Burning their mark between her toes,.
Replacements for the stars she takes away,.
That lose their glory the next day,.
Forever seeking out a happy future,.
Ironically pulling out her beautiful sutures,.
Bleeding upon the liars' harvest floor,.
With nothing but hatred and their seed, they return for more,.
She smiles and says it is okay,.
When the one she loves wants her to stay,.
He throws the stars back into the sky,.
As she walks toward the men that lie,.
Once again she will try to believe,.
That she is is all right,.
That these men that take her as a sacrifice,.
And leave her in the bed,.
Sobbing while she looks to the sky,.
And takes down the stars that fill her eyes,...,.,

I WAS LOST,I WAS ALONE
           WHEN YOU CAME
     LIKE A  TWINKLING STAR
      INTO MY DARK NIGHTS
       AND I FOUND MYSELF
       AGAIN INTO MY GOOD
              OLD CLONE //

                      
     BUT I WAS NOT THAT LUCKY
         NOT THAT FORTUNATE
             BECAUSE LIFE HAS
          ALWAYS BEEN MURKY
                 AND CRUEL
          WITH ME AND MY FATE /
                
                
BUT NOW I WILL LIVE FULLY
                     BECAUSE
   YOU TAUGHT ME HOW TO BE
                   HAPPY
   MAYBE I WAS NOT YOURS
        OR YOU WERE MINE
  STILL I WILL SAY IT AGAIN
        YOU CHANGED ME//
              
ITS YOUR AURA THAT MADE ME
                     THINK
LIFE IN  NEW WAYS AND LOOKS
ITS  YOUR THOUGHT MADE MY DAYS   THAT IS WHY WHEN I RECOLLECT
                        YOU
         I CAN SEE  MY SOUL
                 THAT SAYS
         JUST LET IT HAPPEN
  JUST LET IT GO AS SHE WISHES /

IF I AM THAT ROSE YOU ARE
              THE PLUCKER
            WHO  DONT JUST
PLUCK BUT  CODDLES THE FLOWER,
MY DEAR MAYBE I AM NOT YOUR
                        LOVE
AND YOU ARE  MY NONE BUT  FOR
                        SURE
WE ARE LIKE SOME MYTHICAL  
        PIGEON AND DOVE//

I WISH ONE DAY I WILL MEET YOU
                        AGAIN
                         WHEN
       I WILL BECOME YOUR PAST ,
             BUT I WILL ALWAYS,
    REMEMBER YOU FOR MUST
THAT DAY IS NOT THAT FAR WHEN
                       YOU AND  
  I WILL BE ONE, AS MARRIAGES ARE  
               MADE IN HEAVEN
NOT HERE ON THIS MUNDANE
                        EARTH/

     PEOPLE  SEE LOVE STORIES  HERE
                    AND THERE
    BUT OUR BOND IS NOT SOMETHING
       ONE WILL  FIND EVER IN THIS
                         WORLD//

    IT WAS NOT YOUR FAULT OR MINE
         ITS OUR FATE THAT DREW
            THAT INDELIBLE LINE
       I PROMISE I WILL VISIT YOU
                     ONE DAY
  WHEN YOU MAY NOT BE MINE
      BUT OF SOME OTHER MAN
YOU WILL HESITATE ,YOU WILL CRY
BELIEVE ME DEAR, I WILL TRY NOT  
                       TO CRY/
    
PAIRS ARE  MADE ABOVE IN THE SKY
                      NOT EARTH
   ITS NOT OUR FAULT BUT THEIR'S
     WHICH KEEPS TELLING THEM
          TO KEEP SAFE THEIR
             MYTHS AND LIES//

    I WISH WE WILL MEET AGAIN
         SOMEWHERE ELSE
            NOT THIS EARTH
   WHERE EXIST NO BARRIERS
      AND NO SUCH BARS/

MAYBE WE WILL NOT BECOME ONE
           HERE ON THIS   EARTH
           BUT  MY DEAR SURELY
   THERE  IN SOME  AFTERWORLD
IT DOES NOT  MATTER  BECAUSE  YOU
                       TOLD ME
       PAIRS ARE MADE IN HEAVEN
                  NOT HERE  ////

Yanked me from my roots as if I were a ****,
he never did know he spilled all my seeds
For I was a flower
and he was a plucker,
I fell to the ground, and into the earth
I shed my former self, this is rebirth.

Who was it tried to tell you
when the bells were tolling for you
and Quasimodo yelled to warn you
of the fire which was to come?

Distanced angels
displaced devils
kept apart from congregations
were unconscious in the morning
when the ambulances came.

If it comes to anything at all
to show us how the mighty fall
then Jericho would win that prize,

I shut my eyes and go to sleep.

She is a bouncy dandelion

Dancer of wind

                             Fire

Eternity

Skin like
Ivory
And eyes of
Tea

Plucker of
Strawberries
                      violets
And daisies

Day-star child
                        ( I can see)

World flowers

Peaceful painter of
Simple complexities

And eyes

                little stories

She plucked eyebrows like she was plucking chickens, it was not her true vocation, nine quid an hour and a three week vacation in the summer,
the salon was an add-on to the dental surgery and some patients coming out from there looked like they'd been plucked too.

there was not much else to do in the one horse town, not since the one horse died,
no one had the appetite, not even on the specials night at the local takeaway.

she often thought of dying but her hair looked nice the way it was
and tattooing crossed her mind on more than one occasion
but she never felt the time was right,

thirty five years later
and
I swear
that was her,
the eyebrow plucker
used to be a
'looker'
but look at her now

So now, after four weeks we can look for a job in any sector or be sanctioned and by sanctioned I don't think they mean like terminated although with this shower in power one never knows.

fukin amazin'
plenty of jobs to fit your face in,
I'd try for
brain surgeon,
chicken plucker
sleeping policeman
or I could be a
dumb waiter,
ha, that'll upset some
bearing in mind that
most waiters are not dumb.

This lot in parliament
don't seem to have a clue.