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Thanks for this entry; it's beautiful. I saw pomegranates at the grocery 2/$4 last week and introduced a friend to the fruit. Too bad our hands and mouths weren't really as stained as I had promised they'd be. And in the spirit of Persephone and seasons, I will link you to a poem by Eavan Bolan.


A lovely, interesting post which reminds me how rarely we stop to question accepted notions - one of the reasons I enjoy teens so much.

My own children, by the way, have a very different seasonal rhythm than I, since they spent their childhood in Africa.


Iulia, what a precise distillation that poem is of the feelings that the Demeter-Persephone relationship evokes in mothers, especially in the narrator's anticipation of separation from her daughter!

What's particularly interesting to me is that with all this focus on separation, the myth itself actually has Persephone end by being absent from Demeter only a fraction of the year. Gods get to do things humans don't, is the apparent message.

Lee, as a four-season lover despite my childhood in California, I would love to know how those who grew up in other climates feel about times of the year, whether they have more, less, or equally pronounced feelings if there are fewer obvious changes in temperature, sunlight, and the rest.

Thank you both for reading!

Michael Leddy

Beautiful post on Persephone -- I am keeping it in mind for when I teach Ovid later this semester.

I grew up in the northeast, and my feelings about the seasons are always complicated by nostalgia. Fall is "school," new notebooks and pencils, "jacket weather." It's always been my favorite season. I love that the Odyssey takes place when the leaves are already on the ground.

In the midwest, where I now live, fall sometimes seems to last only a few weeks, following a too-long summer and a too-soon-to-arrive winter. It's better than nothing though: a former student who now lives in California has told me on several occasions how much she misses the seasons that she knew here.

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