The Sun God is the fun god, the Sun God is the fun god!

Ra! Ra! Ra!



I love
love's delicacy.

Love offers me
this brilliant Sun,

the virtue
of its beauty.

~ Sappho, 6th c. B.C.



A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing is lacking,
Yet all were lacking if sex were lacking, or if the moisture
   of the right man were lacking.

Sex contains all, bodies, souls,
Meanings, proofs, purities, delicacies, results, promulgations,
Songs, commands, health, pride, the maternal mystery, the
      seminal milk,
All hopes, benefactions, bestowals, all the passions, loves,
      beauties, delights of the Earth,
These are contain'd in sex as parts of itself and justifications
      of itself.

Without shame the man I like knows and avows the
      deliciousness of his sex,
Without shame the woman I like knows and avows hers.

Now I will dismiss myself from the impassive woman,
I will go stay with her who waits for me, and with those
      women
   that are warm-blooded and sufficient for me,
I see they understand me and do not deny me,
I see that they are worthy of me, I will be the robust husband
      of those women.

They are not one jot less than I am,
They are tann'd in the face by the shining suns and blowing
      winds,
Their flesh has the old divine suppleness and strength,
They know how to swim, row, ride, wrestle, shoot, run,
      strike,
   retreat, advance, rest, defend themselves,
They are ultimate in their own right - they are calm, clear,
   well-possess'd of themselves.

I draw you close to me, you women,
I cannot let you go, I would do you good,
I am for you, and you are for me, not only for our own sake,
      but for others' sakes,
Envelop'd in you sleep greater heroes and bards,
They refuse to awake at the touch of any man but me.

It is I, you women, I make my way,
I am stern, acrid, large, undissuadable, but I love you,
I pour the stuff to start sons and daughters fit for these
      States,
   I press with slow rude muscle,
I brace myself effectually, I listen to no entreaties,
I dare not withdraw till I deposit what has so long
      accumulated within me.

Through you I drain the pent-up rivers of myself,
In you I wrap a thousand onward years,
On you I graft the grafts of the best-beloved of me and
      America,
The drops I distil upon you shall grow fierce and athletic
      girls,
   new artists, musicians, and writers,
The babes I beget upon you are to beget babes in their turn,
I shall demand perfect men and women out of my love-
      spendings,
I shall expect them to interpenetrate with others,
   as I and you interpenetrate now,
I shall count on the fruits of the gushing showers of them,
   as I count on the fruits of the gushing showers I give now,
I shall look for loving crops from the birth, life, death,
      immortality,
   I plant so lovingly now.

~ Walt Whitman


Eros seizes and shakes my very soul
like the wind on the mountain
shaking ancient oaks.

~ Sappho



Weaving a garland long ago,
somehow I found Eros
there among the roses.

I clutched him by his wings
and thrust him into wine
and drank him quickly.

And ever since, deep inside,
I feel the wings of Eros
gently tickling.

~ Anakreon, ca. 570 B.C.



Diffidently, when asked who might I be,
I agreed that, yes, I ruled a small kingdom
Though, like yourself, free to wander abroad
Hatless, barefooted and incognito.
Abruptly we embraced-a strange event,
The casual passers-by taking less notice
Than had this been a chance meeting of
          cousins -
Nor did we argue over protocol.
You, from your queendom, answerable only
To royal virtue, not to a male code,
Knew me for supernatural, like yourself,
And fell at once head over heels in love;
As I also with you-but lamentably
Never confessed what wrathful powers attest
The Roman jealousy of my male genius.

~ Robert Graves