Best Erato Poems

1.
Uninvited you come, oh Erato*, you muse of poetry, the 
Majority of the times,
Knocking at my soul’s door at any given moment
Insisting on letting you...

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Erato

Out of an ethereal mist her form –
round, soft edges shimmering, a milky

apparition, like the full moon on a foggy
July night. Myrtle and roses came...

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Erato left me
Alone—why did she go—where?
Too many poets...

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a multiverse on my mind
I touch the leaves of spring
summer responds by jealousy...

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As I slumber
Deep in desirable dreams
She comes 
With lyre in hand 
Her song is purest poetry
Gifted by Apollo
And drawn by Zeus’ hand 
O’ sweet melody
She...

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Erato, muse of love poetry
Inspires all of us to tell our tale,
Of when that magic spark set us free,
And the loneliness began to fail.

Some poets...

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Whenever a Melancholy Moon,
Radiantly brimful, looms low,
And gilds the tops of the trees,
The hills, the flowing streams,
and languorously reclining lakes,
My Muse appears to me
from nowhere...

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Inside my mailbox late last month; nine packs of seeds - a mystery!
I hadn't ordered anything, but curious was I to see
what might become of...

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The lingering cumulus clouds
imperceptibly changed their shapes
while I sat below discerning
these metamorphosed spectacles.
My imagination went wild
as they drifted across the sky.
It seemingly was like my...

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Erato whispered in Man’s ears
poetic words that he could hear;
they are ancient as Greece itself
which became Man’s only real wealth.
Aeschylus heard her wordy waves
that sparked...

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Rhyme and Rhythm

The supple face of poetry without the smile of rhyme
Is like a clock with pretty hands but fails to mark the time.
The rhyming...

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The nine muses
Daughters of Zeus
Inspiring of mortals
And nurturers of the arts
The first was,
The divine Calliope,
Beautiful-voiced,
Was the muse of the epic poets
A writing tablet in her...

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Calliope, gives us epic poetry, but not to me
Erato, erotica I’d rather have a cup of tea,
Clio, gives us all that is past and gone
Euterpe,...

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CUPID/EROS 


Oh! Erato, 
Muse of the poetry of love
Inspire me today
I supplicate you for 
I aspire for HIM to write 
HIM: CUPID, the son of...

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To one who places pen to paper,
one may work the whims of Terpsichore

Those who write a witty Chastushka,
may be hearing the voice of Polyhymnia

Those who...

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