Psyche, Eros, and Their Relationship With Aphrodite | Owlcation
bce), Eros was a primeval god, son of Chaos, the original primeval the son of Aphrodite, goddess of sexual love and beauty, by either Zeus (the king of the. In both Greek and Roman Mythology, Cupid always had a bow and are in a relationship with the very first male or female they fell in love with. Greek god, Relationship, Role, Attribute, Roman Counterpart. Zeus Homer: daughter of Zeus and Dione (a Titan); love, beauty, Cupid, Eros (her son), Venus.
In the earliest sources the cosmogoniesthe earliest philosophers, and texts referring to the mystery religionshe is one of the primordial gods involved in the coming into being of the cosmos. But in later sources, Eros is represented as the son of Aphrodite, whose mischievous interventions in the affairs of gods and mortals cause bonds of love to form, often illicitly.
Ultimately, in the later satirical poets, he is represented as a blindfolded child, the precursor to the chubby Renaissance Cupid, whereas in early Greek poetry and art, Eros was depicted as an adult male who embodies sexual power, and a profound artist.
However, in late antiquity, Eros was worshiped by a fertility cult in Thespiae. In Athenshe shared a very popular cult with Aphrodite, and the fourth day of every month was sacred to him also shared by Herakles, Hermes and Aphrodite. Earth, the Air and Heaven had no existence. Firstly, blackwinged Night laid a germless egg in the bosom of the infinite deeps of Darkness, and from this, after the revolution of long ages, sprang the graceful Love Eros with his glittering golden wings, swift as the whirlwinds of the tempest.
He mated in the deep Abyss with dark Chaos, winged like himself, and thus hatched forth our race, which was the first to see the light. Eros was associated with athleticismwith statues erected in gymnasia [ verification needed ] and "was often regarded as the protector of homosexual love between men.
He was also depicted accompanied by dolphinsflutesroostersrosesand torches. She pushed the boy away. In fact the wound was deeper than it seemed, though unperceived at first. And the god roamed over the hills scourged with a greater fire. Cupid and Psyche The story of Eros and Psyche has a longstanding tradition as a folktale of the ancient Greco-Roman world long before it was committed to literature in Apuleius ' Latin novel, The Golden Ass.
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The novel itself is written in a picaresque Roman style, yet Psyche retains her Greek name. At this moment Eros Love stood before the Father, who watched her, and the inexorable archer drew in the air the bow which fosters life. The bowstring sparkled over the flower-decked shaft, and as the bow was drawn stretched back the poet-missile sounded the Bacchic strain. Zeus was the butt--for all his greatness he bowed his neck to Eros the nobody!
And like a shooting star the shaft of love flew spinning into the heart of Zeus, with a bridal whistle, but swerving with a calculated twist it had just scratched his rounded thigh with its grooves--a foretaste of the birth to come [i. Then Kronion Cronion quickly turned the eye which was the channel of desire and the love-charm flogged him into passion for the girl.
At the sight of Semele he leapt up, in wonder. Allfather was worsted by a child: Not the deluge of the flood, not the fiery lightning could help its possessor: The god was shaken by the heartbewitching sting of desire for Semele, in amazement: One day Ares came in from the battlefield brandishing a strong spear and began to make fun of Eros' weapon.
This was perhaps an introduction to the story of the adultery of Ares and Aphrodite. Melville Roman epic C1st B. She pushed the boy away.
In face the wound was deeper than it seemed, though unperceived at first. Fairbanks Greek rhetorician C3rd A. Eros Loveis both radiant and at the same time downcast, and Zephyros Zephyrus, the West Windwho just shows his savage eye from his place of look-out--by all this the painter suggests the death of the youth, and as Apollon makes his cast [of the deadly discus]. Delius [Apollon], proud in victory saw Cupido [Eros] draw his bow's taut arc, and said: That gear becomes my shoulders best.
My aim is sure; I wound my enemies, I wound wild beasts; my countless arrows slew but now the bloated Python, whose vast coils across so many acres spread their blight. You and your loves! You have your torch to light them Let that content you; never claim my fame! As every creature yields to power divine, so likewise shall your glory yield to mine. The first gleams bright with piercing point of gold; the other, cull and blunt is tipped with lead.
This one he lodged in Nympha Peneis' [Daphne's] heart; the first he shot to pierce Apollo to the marrow. At once he loves; she flies the name of love. His survey done, and no point found to fail, he put his fears aside; when, as he roamed, Erycina [Venus-Aphrodite], from her mountain throne, saw him and clasped her swift-winged son, and said: Your majesty subdues the gods of heaven and even Jove [Zeus], subdues the Gods of the Sea and him, even him, [Poseidon] who rules the Gods of the Sea.
Why should Tartara Hell lag behind? Why not there too extend your mother's empire and your own? The third part of the world's at stake, while we in heaven so long-suffering! Do you not see how Pallas [Athena] and Diana [Artemis], queen of the chase, have both deserted me? And Ceres'[Demeter's] daughter [Persephone], if we suffer it, will stay a virgin too--her hope's the same. So for the sake of our joint sovereignty, if that can touch your pride, unite in love that goddess and her uncle [Haides].
Then Cupido, guided by his mother, opened his quiver and of all his thousand arrows selected one, the sharpest and the surest, the arrow most obedient to the bow, and bent the pliant horn against his knee and shot the barbed shaft deep in Dis' [Haides'] heart. For new love is ever the physic for older love, since old time knows not how to destroy love even if he has learnt to hide all things.
If you need a painhealing medicine for your trouble, court a better boy: Nikaia slew Hymnos but his death was avenged by Eros who incited a passion for her in Dionysos. Pan and Phoibos Phoebus [Apollon] cried out aloud [at the injustice]: Where is Kypris Cypris [Aphrodite]?
Eros, handle not your quiver. Fleet Nikaia had finished her wonted hunt for game; sweating and tired by hard work in her beloved highlands, she was bathing her bare body in a mountain cascade.
Now longshot Eros made no delay. He set the endshining beard of a winged arrow to the string, and rounded his bow, and buried the whole shot in the heart of love-maddened Lyaios Lyaeus [Dionysos]. Then Dionysos saw the girl swimming in the water bareskin, and his mind was shaken with sweet madness by the fiery shaft. And sly Dionysos with shoes that made no noise crept soundless to his bridal. Nikaia's punishment for the slaying of Hymnos was to be raped by the god Dionysos.
She placed her own goldwrought throne beside the place where her son [Eros] sat, and throwing an arm round his waist, with quiet countenance opened her glad arms to receive the boy and held the dear burden on her knees; she kissed both his lips and eyes, touched his mind-bewitching bow and fingered the quiver, and spoke in feigned anger these cunning words: You cajoler of the Foamborn!
Come--for your sister's [Beroe's] beauty draw your bow and bewitch the gods, or say, shoot one shaft and hit with the same shot Poseidon and vinegod Lyaios Lyaeus [Dionysos], Blessed Ones both. I will give you a gift for your long shot which will be a proper wage worthy of your feat--I will give you the marriage harp of gold, which Phoibos Phoebus [Apollon] gave to Harmonia at the door of the bridal chamber; I will place it in your hands in memory of a city to be, that you may be not only an archer, but a harpist, just like Apollon.
As when a star stretches straight with a long trail of sparks. Then near the Assyrian rock he united from fiery arrows on one string, to bring two wooers into like desire for the love of a maid [Beroe], rivals for one bride, the vinegod [Dionysos] and the ruler of the sea [Poseidon].
One came from the deep waters of the sea-neighbouring roadstead, and one left the land of Tyre, and among the mountains of Lebanon the two met in one place.
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Then Eros came quickly up to the maiden hard by, and struck both divinities with two arrows. He maddened Dionysos to offer his treasures to the bride, life's merry heart and the ruddy vintage of the grape; he goaded to love the lord of the trident, that he might bring the sea-neighbouring maid a double lovegift, seafaring battle on the water and varied dishes for the table.
He set Bakkhos Bacchus more in a flame, since wine excites the mind for desire, and wine finds unbridled youth much more obedient to the rein when it is charmed with the prick of unreason; so he shot Bakkhos and drove the whole shaft into his heart, and Bakkhos burnt, as much as he was charmed by the trickling honey of persuasion. Thus he maddened them both; and in the counterfeit shape of a bird circling his tracks in the airy road as swift as the rapid winds, he rose with paddling feet, and cried these taunting words: Beroe was no proper bride for Bakkhos Bacchusbut his marriage of the sea was quite fitting, because I joined the daughter of Aphrodite of the sea to a husband whose path is in the sea.
I have kept a daintier one for your bridechamber, Ariadne, of the family of Minos and your kin. Leave Amymone to the sea, a nobody, one of the family of the sea herself. You must leave the mountains of Lebanon and the waters of Adonis and go to Phrygia, the land of lovely girls; there awaits you a bride without salt water, Aura of Titan stock. Thrake the friend of brides will receive you, with a wreath of victory ready and a bride's bower; thither Pallene also the shakespear summons you, beside whose chamber I will crown you with a wedding wreath for your prowess, when you have won Aphrodite's delectable wrestling-match.
For I saw a deslightful vision of marriage accomplished in a deceitful dream, and lovely Theseus was gone. Fiery Eros made a round flowergarland with red roses and plaited a wreath coloured like the stars, as prophet and herald of the heavenly Crown; and round about the Naxian bride danced a swarm of the Erotes Loves which attend on marriage.
In the midst was Eros naked, holding out to Bakkhos the bridal wreath. Wrestling was to win the bride: Peitho clad her delicate body in a silvery robe, foretelling victory for Lyaios's Lyaeus' wooing. After the victory in this contest, with the consent of Zeus, Eros crowned his brother with the cluster that heralds a wedding; for he had accomplished a delectable wedding-bout.
But Eros went on killing the beasts, until he was weary of the bowstring and hitting the grim face of a panther or the snout of a bear; then he caught a lioness alive with the allbewitching cestus, and dragged the beast away showed her fettered to his merry mother. I lead to you Aura, the maiden too fond of maidenhood, and she bows her neck.
Now you dancers of lovestricken Orkhomenos Orchomenus [the Kharites Charites ], crown this cestus, the strap that waists on marriage, because it has conquered the stubborn will of this invincible lioness!
Nor was it vain for the loves, since they themselves bring a man in to the net and hunt a woman. The maiden awoke, raved against the prudent laurel, upbraided Eros and the Paphian [Aphrodite]. And the god roamed over the hills scourged with a greater fire. For there was not the smallest comfort for him. He had then no hope of the girl's love, no physic for his passion; but Eros burnt him more and more with the mindbewitching fire to win mad obstinate Aura at last.
Virgin Aura awaits you! Greek Elegiac Greek elegy C6th B. Because of you Troy's acropolis was destroyed, and great Theseus, Aegeus' son, and noble Aias AjaxOileus' son, through your acts of recklessness. Now the painter glorifies this tale and shows his pity for Andromeda in that she was given over to the Ketos Sea-Monster. The contest is already finished and the Ketos lies stretched out on the strand, weltering in streams of blood--the reason the sea is red--while Eros Love frees Andromeda from her bonds.
Eros is painted with wings as usual, but here, as it not usual, he is a young man, panting and still showing the effects of his toil; for before the deed Perseus put up a prayer to Eros that he should come and with him swoop down upon the creature, and Eros came, for he heard the Greek's prayer.
You must regard this present labour [i. For Herakles is bearing the half-eaten body of Abderos [his beloved], which he has snatched from the [man-eating] mares.
The tears he shed over them, the embraces he may have given them, the laments he uttered, the burden of grief on his countenance--let such marks of sorrow be assigned to another lover. But Eros, sad of mien, is cutting the axle of the chariot, making clear two things: In the myth Myrtilos is bribed by Pelops to cut the axle of Oinomaos. Eros Love is symbolically the cause, since the race was for the hand of Hippodameia. Are you plagued by my son [Eros god of love], perhaps? Are you in love with some herdsman, among the mountains, struck with desire, like Selene Goddess of the Moon?
Has Eros perhaps flicked you also with the cestus, like Eos the Dawn once before? O sower of life in the everlasting universe. I am tormented by the afflictions of Lyaios Lyaeus [Dionysos] my father, driven about in terror by the Erinyes Fury.
He is your brother - protect Dionysos if you can! The Kharis moved her footsteps, and turned her face this way over earth and sea and sky, if somewhere she might find the restless track of Eros--for he beats his wings everywhere circling the four separate regions of the universe [perhaps earth, sea, sky and underworld]. She found him on the golden top of Olympos, shooting the nectar-drops from a cup [playing cottabus and game in which wine was thrown out of cups at a mark].
Beside him stood Hymenaios Hymenaeushis fair-haired playfellow in the dainty game. She beckoned the boy aside, and with silence their only witness, she whispered into his ear the artful message of her intriguing mistress: Kythereia Cytherea is in distress.
None of her attendants has remained with her; Kharis Charis, Grace has gone, Peitho Seduction has vanished, Pothos Sexual Longing the inconstant has left her; she had none to send but me. She needs your invincible quiver!
Let me take arms in hand and fight all the world! If my mother is in distress, let me stretch my allvanquishing bowstring against even Kronion Cronion [Zeus], to make him once more a mad ravishing love-bird, and eagle, or a bull swimming in the sea!
Or if Pallas [Athene] has provoked her, if Crookshank [Hephaistos Hephaestus ] has hurt her by lighting the bright torch of the Kekropian Cecropian light, I will fight them both, Hephaistos and Athene! Or if Archeress [Artemis] hareslayer moves her to anger, I will draw the fiery Olympian sword of Orion to prick Artemis and drive her out of the sky! Or if it is Hermes I will carry off with me Maia's son on my wings, and let him call useless Peitho [his wife] in vain to his help. Or I will leave my arrows and the fiery belt of my quiver, I will lash Phoibos Phoebus [Apollon] a willing victim with cords of laurel leaves, holding him bound in a belt of speaking iris.
Indeed I fear not the strength of Enyalios [Ares], it will not weary me to flog Ares when he is shackled by the delightful cestus. The two luminaries I will drag down from heaven to be drudges in Paphos, and give my mother for a servant Phaethon [Helios the Sun] with Klymene Clymene [his wife], Selene [the Moon] with Endymion [her husband], that all may know that I vanquish all things! His mother with serene countenance took him into her embrace, and threw one happy arm round her boy, lifting him on her knees, a welcome burden.
He sat there while she kissed the boy's lips and eyes; then she touched his mindcharming bow, and handled the quiver, and pretending to breathe anger, spoke these delusive words: Pasiphae no longer wants the Bull's love. Helios mocks at me, and arms the offspring of Astris, the warrior Deriades his own daughter's son, to destroy the Bassarides of womanmad Dionysos and to rout the love-stricken Satyroi Satyrs of Bromios.
But it has provoked me more than all, that battlestirring Ares in mortal shape, with Enyo by his side, without regard for his old love of Aphrodite, ahs armed himself against Dionysos at Hera's bidding and supports the Indian king. He has a spear, you have a stronger bow, before which bend the knee Zeus the Highest and furious Ares and Hermes the lawgiver; even that Archer Apollon fears your bow.
If you will give a boon to your Foamborn, fight for the Bassarides and Dionysos. Go I pray, to the Eastern clime and let no one catch you--go to the Indian plain, where there is a handmaid of Lyaios amongst the Bakkhantes Bacchantesmore excellent than her yearsmates, named Khalkomede Chalcomedewho loves the maiden state--but if you should see Khalkomede and Kypris Cypris both together in Libanos Lebanonyou cannot tell which was Aphrodite, my dear boy!
Go to that place and help Dionysos ranging the wilds, by shooting Morrheus for the beauty of Khalkomedeia. I will give you a Worthing prize for your shooting, a wellmade Lemnian chaplet, like the rays of fiery Helios the Sun. Shoot a sweet arrow, and you will do a grace both to Kypris and to dionysos; honour my bridesmaid bird of love [the dove] and yours, the herald of lifelong wedding and happy hearts! Soon he was moving in the midst of the Indian host, and laid his bow against the neck of Khalkomedeia, aiming the shaft round her rosy cheek, and sent it into the heart of Morrheus.
Then paddling his way with the double beat of his floating wings he mounted to the starry barriers of his father [i. Ouranos Uranus, Sky father of Aphrodite who emerged fully grown and pregnant with Eros from bloody foam of Ouranos' castration], leaving the Indian transfixed with the fiery shaft. Now Morrheus moved lovesick this way and that way, struck by the arrow of desire, wherever the maiden went; the sword he lifted was tame, his spear hung idle, his bold spirit was lashed by the cestus of love, he turned his enamoured gaze all about and moved his eyes at the bidding of Kypri Cypris s, uncomforted.
I have done with you, quiver! The cestus-strap has conquered my shieldsling. No more I equip a fighting hand against Bassarides. To this end she petitions Aphrodite have her son Eros strike the princess with his darts.
Apollonius Rhodius, Argonautica 3. Let us go together and ask her to persuade her boy, if that is possible, to loose an arrow at Aeetes' daughter, Medea of the many spells, and make her fall in love with Iason Jason. There is no reverence in him, but faced by you he might display some spark of decent feeling.
He certainly pays no attention to me: In fact I am so worn out by his naughtiness that I have half a mind to break his bow and wicked arrows in his very sight, remembering how he threatened me with them in one of his moods.
He said, "If you don't keep your hands off me while I can still control my temper, you can blame yourself for the consequences.
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But Aphrodite was hurt. I really should not speak of them to all and sundry; it is enough for me to know them. However, as you have both set your hearts on it, I will try and coax my boy. He will not refuse. Play your part, just as you say; but quickly, please. And do not scold or argue with your child when he annoys you. He will improve by and by. Athene followed her, and the pair left for home. Kypris Cypris too set out, and after searching up and down Olympos for her boy, found him far away in the fruit-laden orchard of Zeus.
With him was Ganymede, whose beauty had so captivated Zeus that he took him up to heaven to live with the immortals. The two lads, who had much in common, were playing with golden knuckle-bones.