Hesperides

Orpheus bade them walk reverently, for all around them, he said, was sacred ground.

This garden was the garden of the Hesperides that was watched over by the daughters of the evening land.

The Argonauts looked through the silver lattice.

They saw trees with lovely fruit, and they saw three maidens moving through the garden with watchful eyes.

The Argonauts knew of whom they told the tale, Heracles their comrade.

Would that Heracles were with them now.

The Hesperides told them of Heracles, of how the springs in the garden dried up because of his plucking the golden apples.

He came out of the garden thirsting.

She seems to, as you mentioned earlier, right, so the, the three final gifts were the Philosopher's Stone, the Egg of the Phoenix, and, uh, the apple that-

And the Apple of the Hesperides.

Yes.

Correct.

She's willing that there's a certain type of immortality there that seems to be unfitting for her.

Yes, yes.

And so clearly, I mean, obviously, it's the Apple of the Hesperides.

We know the labors of Hercules, things like that.

He takes an apple in his hand.

Were the golden apples of Hesperides fairer than this? What Hercules toiled for is mine at a touch.

Oh, rare beautiful gold.

I thank thee, Bacchus, for thy matchless gift.

If feats of arms delight you, know that I come but now from the conquest of the Gorgon.

I have taken care that no one shall steal my golden apples.

The Garden of the Hesperides is enclosed by solid walls and guarded by a fierce dragon.

As for you and your boastings of high descent and great deeds, I believe neither the one nor the other.

He takes an apple in his hand

Were the golden apples of Hesperides fairer than this? What Hercules toiled for is mine at a touch.

Oh, rare, beautiful gold.

I thank thee, Bacchus, for thy matchless gift

If feats of arms delight you, know that I come but now from the conquest of the Gorgon

I have taken care that no one shall steal my golden apples.

The Garden of the Hesperides is enclosed by solid walls and guarded by a fierce dragon.

As for you and your boastings of high descent and great deeds, I believe neither the one nor the other

is in the public domain.

The Unknowable by Alfred Kastner King Read for leapofox.org by Elaine Conway, England O sun resplendent, in the smiling morn, As thou dost view the wastes of earth and sky, canst thou behold the realms of the unborn canst thou behold the realms of those who die where dwells the spirit ere its mortal birth ere yet it suffereth the pain and sorrow incident to earth where after death the sun gave answer with refulgent glow child of a fleeting hour thou too must die to know Canst tell thou to old canopy of space, Bewildering and boundless to the eyes, Knowest thou the unborn spirit's dwelling place? Knowest thou the distant regions of the skies, Where rest the spirits freed from mundane strife, From mortal grief and care? knowest thou the secret of the future life canst thou tell where from space infinite echoed the reply child of a transient day thou too to know must die ye winds who blow and cleave the formless skies ye winds who blow with desolating breath can ye reveal prenatal mysteries and can ye solve the mystery of death within thy ambient and viewless folds imprisoned in the air may not the spirits weight their earthly moulds then tell ye where the answer came invisible and low frail child of earthly clay thou too must die to know what are your tidings O ye raging seas, do your waves wash the islands of the blessed, or view the gardens of Hesperides? Know you the unborn spirits, place of rest, and do your waters lave that unknown shore? And when the night is gone, shall the freed spirit, tired and faint no more, behold the dawn? The sad sea murmured, as its waves rolled high, As all those gone before, thou too, to know, must die.

by elaine conway england what anguish wrangled neath that silent breast what spectral figures mulct those staring eyes luring them to stygian mysteries what overpowering sense of grief distressed what desperation nerved that rigid hand to pull the trigger is such deadly aim What deep remorse or terror overcame the dread inherent of death's shadowy strand? Perhaps the hand of unrelenting fate fell with such tragic pressure that the mind in frenzy, uncontrollable and blind, sought but the darkness, black and desolate.

Perhaps t'was some misfortune's stunning blight perhaps unmerited, though deep disgrace or vision of a wronged accusing face, pictured indelibly before the sight, perhaps the gnawing of some secret sin, some aberration fraught with morbid gloom, a buried hope which ever burst its tomb, despondency, disaster or chagrin, that heart which throbbed in pain and discontent is silent as the grave for which it yearned that brain which once with proud ambition burned now oozes through the bullet's ghastly rent those eyes transfixed with such a gruesome stare once beamed with laughter innocent and bright The morning gave no presage of the night.

As for my name, it is Hercules.

I have come hither because this is the most convenient road to the Garden of the Hesperides.

Thither I am going to get three of the golden apples for King Eurystheus." "You shall go no farther," bellowed Enatas, putting on a grimmer look than before, for he had heard of the mighty Hercules, and hated him because he was said to be so strong.

"Neither shall you go back whence you came."

Blessed are they who can read and understand these saintly aphorisms.

They shall find golden apples in this true Hesperides and come to reckon that this psalm, like the whole Scripture which it praises, is a pearl island or, better still, a garden of sweet flowers.

Exposition of verses 1 to 8.

Blessed are the undefiled in the way, who walk in the law of the Lord.