#moiro

[historyontheorientexpress]

Moiro'nun MÖ 300’lerde yazdığı şiiriyle bambaşka bir İstanbul’a yolculuk: “Dionysos’un şerbetiyle dopdolu, 

Asılıp kalmışsın ey salkım 

Altın kapısına Aphrodite tapınağının 

Saramaz artık seni zarif dallarıyla” 

Fotoğraf: Bebek sırtlarından panorama, Abdullah Fréres, SVİKV Koleksiyonu

[somepoorsod]

These women with the voices of gods were raised by the Helikon and Macedonian Pieria's peak, on a diet of songs: Praxilla, Moiro, Anyte's poetry (the female Homer); Lesbian Sappho with her fair hair in beautiful tresses; Erinna, glorious Telesilla, and you, Korinna, who sang of Athene's shield when she rushed to war; Nossis with her woman's tongue, and sweet-sounding Myrtis: these are the craftswomen of everflowing verse. Nine Muses on great Olympos, and for each a woman born on Earth: to we mortals, an eternal delight.

Antipater in the Greek Anthology (9.26); my translation

τάσδε θεογλώσσους Ἑλικὼν ἔθρεψε γυναῖκας ὕμνοις, καὶ Μακεδὼν Πιερίας σκόπελος, Πρήξιλλαν, Μοιρώ, Ἀνύτης στόμα, θῆλυν Ὅμηρον, Λεσβιάδων Σαπφὼ κόσμον ἐυπλοκάμων, Ἤρινναν, Τελέσιλλαν ἀγακλέα, καὶ σέ, Κόριννα, θοῦριν Ἀθηναίης ἀσπίδα μελψαμέναν, Νοσσίδα θηλύγλωσσον, ἰδὲ γλυκυαχέα Μύρτιν, πάσας ἀενάων ἐργάτιδας σελίδων. ἐννέα μὲν Μούσας μέγας Οὐρανός, ἐννέα δ᾽ αὐτὰς γαῖα τέκεν, θνατοῖς ἄφθιτον εὐφροσύναν.

[lady-storms-world]

#Moiro stole #Vanjas bed..lol...My unckle and aunts dogs #dogworld🌍🐕🐶 #doglife🐾 #tinypaws🐾 #furryfeet #dogsofinstagram #dogstagram

[terpsikeraunos]

Μοῦσα φίλα, τίνι τάνδε φέρεις πάγκαρπον ἀοιδάν; ἢ τίς ὁ καὶ τεύξας ὑμνοθετᾶν στέφανον; ἄνυσε μὲν Μελέαγρος, ἀριζάλῳ δὲ Διοκλεῖ μναμόσυνον ταύταν ἐξεπόνησε χάριν, πολλὰ μὲν ἐμπλέξας Ἀνύτης κρίνα, πολλὰ δὲ Μοιροῦς λείρια, καὶ Σαπφοῦς βαιὰ μέν, ἀλλὰ ῥόδα: νάρκισσόν τε τορῶν Μελανιππίδου ἔγκυον ὕμνων, καὶ νέον οἰνάνθης κλῆμα Σιμωνίδεω: σὺν δ᾽ ἀναμὶξ πλέξας μυρόπνουν εὐάνθεμον ἶριν Νοσσίδος, ἧς δέλτοις κηρὸν ἔτηξεν Ἔρως: τῇ δ᾽ ἅμα καὶ σάμψυχον ἀφ᾽ ἡδυπνόοιο Ῥιανοῦ, καὶ γλυκὺν Ἠρίννης παρθενόχρωτα κρόκον, Ἀλκαίου τε λάληθρον ἐν ὑμνοπόλοις ὑάκινθον… - Beloved Muse, to whom do you bear this fruitful song? Who wrought a wreath of poets? Meleager did, and for illustrious Diocles made this memento as a favor, weaving in lots of Anyte's bright lilies, many of Moiro’s fair lilies, and of Sappho few, but roses; narcissus of Melanippides, imbued with piercing song, the tender shoot of Simonides’ blooming vine, and with them jumbled the fragrant rich-flowered iris of Nossis-- Eros melted the wax for her tablets; together too with marjoram from sweet-breathing Rhianus, the honeyed maiden-bright crocus of Erinna, and Alcaeus’ hyacinth, babbling among bards…

Greek Anthology 4.1.1-13, attributed to Meleager of Gadara

[jackal-rustbreaker-blog]

That woman's voice...

I've seen people get shot for less annoying things...