Fragment forgery showcase
Post your team's forged fragments under your team's name below. Do not reveal the poet's name!!! Please also submit your fragments through the Canvas assignment. When fragments are posted here, we will attempt to vote on them/determine their "authorship" through a zoom poll.
Thanks for your patience and willingness to experiment with these literary forms and online gadgets!
GROUP ONE
On the golden fields of Demeter you rest
Your dancing spirit goes to her daughter
No longer you breathe life to others
But keep the honor of your mother.
In Thesmophoria my heart is given relief
In recalling your short life
the comforting arms of the women that surround me give me peace
I dance with Demeter, her pain finally known to me
I dance for my next daughter
May her hair be as golden as grain
As yours used to be
GROUP TWO
GROUP THREE
Daphne, beloved
Perfumed by sweet honeyed nectar
And crown adorned with golden streaks that resemble the temple of Aphrodite,
For even the dead are made alive again her her presence
Amalthia’s grace this image keeps. See her sweet face
With her bright eyes, and her noble bearing.
Well-graced was the ground trod with her feet
And well-graced were we all, when she with us kept company.
GROUP FOUR
I lost a faithful friend this day,
hearing the last faint ribbit Hades led astray.
An unlikely friendship, boy and frog;
many moons of amusement filled with play.
Death bestowed upon a hopping beast
no longer hopping, but hoping, we’ll meet again someday.
GROUP FIVE
My friend, I stand by your grave, remembering
Our everlasting friendship, forged in our youth.
Hades, sitting on your throne, do you see him?
My Achilles, stolen by the relentless tides of war,
Struck down in the height of glory.
May these words, suspended in honey, keep your memory alive.
May our shared springtime stay with you evermore.
GROUP SIX
Daughter of Aphrodite gazes upon this fruit
Son of the city gazes upon the hetaira’s glimmering eyes
She drinks the nectar of Dionysus
Dancing under the moon, giving light to the stars
Flower of the golden fruit, bare before the heavens
His desire compels him to her sunlight.,
Drunk upon each others watch, they retreat into the night
He shall not see the sun til dawn
She wakes in the morning grass,
Leaving the meadow and the son behind.
GROUP SEVEN
Antiope, gemini mother,
In old Boeotian tales,
Whose sweet face,
begotten of Aphrodite,
Reflects and attracts the heavens,
And who Zeus,
the holy satyr,
plucked youthful from her father.
O, flee, maiden!
To the fields of Dionysus,
harsh judge.
GROUP EIGHT:
Came the seamen to take her to Hades,
Why Aphrodite , was she taken away from my eyes
Did her beauty offend you?
Did she wrong you too?...
O what I miss when I think of her face
My heart, it twists like roots of a cypress tree
It waits to be reunited with you…
… lonely...
Oh Aphrodite, the song of birds will be silent now...
Flowers cease to bloom
Persephone does not return for spring
For the lovely river Styx had taken her under his wing