Oh, how you glimmer in Artemis’ eye,
A luminous silver against the black abyss.
To you the wolf howls its lonesome call,
To you the owl shares its wisdom,
To you the hunter looks for direction, illumination and
To you lovers embrace against twilight’s chill.
Oh, how modest you are in Apollo’s shadow
Albeit majestic as you drift among stars.
They are naught but a speck in your reflection
That dances at water’s edge or that alights on the tip
of a huntress’ arrow.
Among men you are feared
By those who seek the refuge of the sun’s dominating chariot
By those who cringe from shadows disguising a hunter’s facade
By those who see not the gentle, gray face
That sings an embracing lullaby to Greece’s young.
Oh, how barren your surface unaccustomed to iridescence,
Destined to wander the forsaken night
But how you glimmer so,
A vivacity unfit for flickering stars,
More soothing than the sun that lightens
The Corinthian halls?
Oh, if only you could reveal your Delphian nature
Trapped in a cosmic shell, lightning bound.
How is your midnight passion abandoned
Whilst your brother’s midday happiness is expounded?
How do you warm the night when naught
the brightest lamp may stay the cold dark?
How is it, I wonder,
To be entwined by love’s irreconcilable austerity and ardor?