Myrtho in Italy

The vineyard:   fav.me/d7wnaux

The lady:  fav.me/d2vzob3

The man:   fav.me/d1bqnlu

Grape jewelry:  fav.me/d6xr93s by beccab-stock-n-art.deviantart.…

 Posilipo”   en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Posillip…

 Filter Forge applications:  “Incinerate” and “Toycam-82”.

 The poem:

www.poetryintranslation.com/PI…

 Myrtho, I think of you divine enchantress,

And of proud Posilipo, lit with a thousand fires, 

Of your brow flooded with Eastern light,

And the black grapes twined in your golden hair.

It was in your cup I drank intoxication,

When they saw me praying at Iacchus’ feet,

And from your laughing eyes’ secret lightening,

For the Muses made me one of the sons of Greece.

I know why the volcano erupts once more…

You stirred it with agile foot, but yesterday,

And suddenly ash drowned the horizon’s circle.

 Since a Norman duke broke your gods of clay,

Eternally, beneath Virgil’s laurel spray,

The pale hydrangea is wed to the green myrtle.

    Note: Myrtho a shining mask of Venus Murcia to whom myrtle was sacred, is the counterpart to the dark prince of El Desdichado. Alchemically she is De Nerval’s feminine principle to be fused with the masculine. Iacchus was an epithet of the god Dionysus (Bacchus) and the name of the torch-bearer at the Eleusinian mysteries, herald of the child born of the underworld.