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[Poseidon] [Demeter]


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'No man was better, none loved goodness more than he, no woman
more devout than she. And when Jove saw the world a waste of
waters, and of so many millions but one man, and of so many
millions but one woman alive, both innocent, both worshippers,
he bade the clouds disperse, the north wind drive the storms
away, and to the earth revealed the heavens again and to the
sky the earth.'

Nadat de lucht is opgeklaard maakt zijn broer Poseidon het
water rustig: hij legt zijn drietand opzij en verzoekt zijn
zoon Triton om het water te laten dalen. Deze doet dat door
op zijn trompetvormige schelp te blazen:


'Spent was the anger of the sea; the Lord who rules the main
laid by his three-pronged spear and calmed the waves and,
calling from the deep Triton, sea-hued, his shoulders barna-
cled with shea-shells, bade him blow his echoing conch to bid
the rivers, waves and floods retire. He raised his horn, his
hollow spiralled whorl, the horn that, sounded in mid ocean,
fills the shores of dawn and sunset round the world; and when
it touched the god's wet-bearded lips and took his breath and
sounded the retreat, all the wide waters of the land and sea
heard it, and all, hearing its voice, obeyed. The sea has
shores again, the rivers run brimming between their banks, the
floods subside, the hills emerge, the swelling contours rise;
as the floods lessen, larger grows the land, and after many
days the woods reveal their tree-tops bare and branches lined
with mud.'



'Earth was restored; but when Deukalion saw the deep silence
of the desolate lands and the wide empty wastes, in tears he
said: ,,Pyrrha, my dearest cousin, dearest wife, sole woman
left alive, whom ties of blood and family, then marriage,
joined to me, and now our perils join, in all the lands the
sun beholds from dawn to eve we two remain, their peoples -the
sea has claimed the rest. Yet even now our lives are scarce
assured, and still the clouds strike terror in my heart.
Suppose, poor soul, the Fates had rescued you alone, what
would you feel, how could you face your fear without me? Who
would staunch your grief? Be sure that, if the sea had held
you too, I'd follow you; the sea would hold me too.''



'They reached the temple steps and then, prostrate, with timid
lips both kissed the cold wet stone and said: ,,If righteous
prayers may move and soften the Powers divine, may turn their
wrath away, tell, holy Themis, by what art our race, now lost,
may be restored: in thy great mercy hear and grant succour to
a world submerged.''


'They leave the temple, veil their heads, ungird their robes
and, as the oracle commanded, behind them, past their foot-
prints, throw the stones. Those stones (who would believe did
ancient lore not testify the truth?) gave up their hardness;
their rigidness grew slowly soft and, softened, assumed a
shape, and as they grew and felt a gentler nature's touch, a
semblance seemed to appear, still indistinct, of human form,
like the first rough-hewn marble of a statue, scarce modelled,
or old uncouth images. The earthy part, damp with some trace
of moisture, was turned to flesh; what was inflexible and
solid changed to bone; what in the stones had been the veins
retained the name of veins. In a brief while, by Heaven's
mysterious power, the stones the man had thrown were formed as
men, those from the woman's hand reshaped as women. Hence we
are hard, we children of the earth, and in our lives of toil
we prove our birth.'




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