#homeric hymn to hermes

[transbutchblues]

i’m reading the Homeric Hymn 4, to Hermes right now and i had forgotten how hilarious this is ?? when Apollon threatens baby Hermes to throw him into Tartaros if he doesn’t explain what he did with the cows, a part of his threat is "beneath the earth you shall wander as lord of tiny babyfolk" (258-9, Athanassakis’s translation) ?? i love it ? Hermes will now be lord of tiny babyfolk in my heart.

[marchlione]

lmfao apollo really had beef with a newborn that was literally born yesterday

[dijeh]

Homeric Hymn to Hermes

trans. Hugh G. Evelyn-White

[greekmythcomix]

The Homeric Hymn to Hermes - the birth of Hermes and the invention of the Lyre (for Sing O Muse Zine ‘24)

[sylvaneagle]

jstor is my boyfriend i love you jstorrrrrrrr

[zmaragdos]

baby hermes gifts the tortiseshell lyre to apollo

(inspired by this comic by the fantastic @medusaspeach)

[stackofstories]

i think the most unhinged yet most twelve year old thing Annabeth Chase has done so far is the five seconds where she believed that she (successfully) pickpocketed the God of Thieves.

[officialpenisenvy]

5 minutes later: dude i swear i just saw a newborn stealing my cattle

my buddy hermes crawling: goo goo ga ga [hands me a lyre crafted out of a turtle shell]

[p-sherman-42]

I’m ngl, Apollo barging in and threatening to yeet baby Hermes into the depths of Tartarus because he, as an infant, stole his cows actually has me giggling

[katerinaaqu]

Okay this heartbreaking idea came from a discussion I had with my dear friend @artsofmetamoor while talking about the second part of my fic The Death of Odysseus (P1 , P2 , P3 )

Okay my talented friend brought up Astyanax appearance in my third part of the story and she mentioned how terrifying it would be for a baby like Astyanax arriving to the Underworld based on my descriptions on the underworld and all. And knowing the image of Hermes as not only a sender of souls to the underworld but as a god that is associated with youth a lot and all...

Now Imagine Hermes having the boat to the underworld filled with all the babies and children that prematurely died and making sure they all arrive safely while being entertained or lulled to sleep with stories and all or playing with them so they won't get scared!

Guys I am crying!!!!!

😭😭😭

[lionofchaeronea]

Sing of Hermes, Muse, the son of Zeus and Maia, Who oversees Mount Kyllene and Arkadia rich in flocks, The immortals' speedy messenger, whom Maia, fair-haired nymph, Bore, when she had mingled in the love of Zeus... Ἑρμῆν ὕμνει, Μοῦσα, Διὸς καὶ Μαιάδος υἱόν, Κυλλήνης μεδέοντα καὶ Ἀρκαδίης πολυμήλου, ἄγγελον ἀθανάτων ἐριούνιον, ὃν τέκε Μαῖα, νύμφη ἐυπλόκαμος, Διὸς ἐν φιλότητι μιγεῖσα… --Homeric Hymns 3, "To Hermes," ll. 1-4

[amadryas]

"The hymn is about Demeter" is one of the weakest arguments you can make against modern iterations of the Persephone myth.

[dijeh]

(ll. 235-253) Now when the Son of Zeus and Maia saw Apollo in a rage about his cattle, he snuggled down in his fragrant swaddling-clothes; and as wood-ash covers over the deep embers of tree-stumps, so Hermes cuddled himself up when he saw the Far-Shooter. He squeezed head and hands and feet together in a small space, like a new born child seeking sweet sleep, though in truth he was wide awake, and he kept his lyre under his armpit. But the Son of Leto was aware and failed not to perceive the beautiful mountain-nymph and her dear son, albeit a little child and swathed so craftily. He peered in every corner of the great dwelling and, taking a bright key, he opened three closets full of nectar and lovely ambrosia. And much gold and silver was stored in them, and many garments of the nymph, some purple and some silvery white, such as are kept in the sacred houses of the blessed gods. Then, after the Son of Leto had searched out the recesses of the great house, he spake to glorious Hermes:

(ll. 254-259) ‘Child, lying in the cradle, make haste and tell me of my cattle, or we two will soon fall out angrily. For I will take and cast you into dusty Tartarus and awful hopeless darkness, and neither your mother nor your father shall free you or bring you up again to the light, but you will wander under the earth and be the leader amongst little folk.’ 

(ll. 260-277) Then Hermes answered him with crafty words: ‘Son of Leto, what harsh words are these you have spoken? And is it cattle of the field you are come here to seek? I have not seen them: I have not heard of them: no one has told me of them. I cannot give news of them, nor win the reward for news. Am I like a cattle-lifter, a stalwart person? This is no task for me: rather I care for other things: I care for sleep, and milk of my mother’s breast, and wrappings round my shoulders, and warm baths. Let no one hear the cause of this dispute; for this would be a great marvel indeed among the deathless gods, that a child newly born should pass in through the forepart of the house with cattle of the field: herein you speak extravagantly. I was born yesterday, and my feet are soft and the ground beneath is rough; nevertheless, if you will have it so, I will swear a great oath by my father’s head and vow that neither am I guilty myself, neither have I seen any other who stole your cows—whatever cows may be; for I know them only by hearsay.’

(ll. 278-280) So, then, said Hermes, shooting quick glances from his eyes: and he kept raising his brows and looking this way and that, whistling long and listening to Apollo’s story as to an idle tale.

(ll. 281-292) But far-working Apollo laughed softly and said to him: ‘O rogue, deceiver, crafty in heart, you talk so innocently that I most surely believe that you have broken into many a well-built house and stripped more than one poor wretch bare this night, gathering his goods together all over the house without noise. You will plague many a lonely herdsman in mountain glades, when you come on herds and thick-fleeced sheep, and have a hankering after flesh. But come now, if you would not sleep your last and latest sleep, get out of your cradle, you comrade of dark night. Surely hereafter this shall be your title amongst the deathless gods, to be called the prince of robbers continually.’

(ll. 293-300) So said Phoebus Apollo, and took the child and began to carry him. But at that moment the strong Slayer of Argus had his plan, and, while Apollo held him in his hands, sent forth an omen, a hard-worked belly-serf, a rude messenger, and sneezed directly after. And when Apollo heard it, he dropped glorious Hermes out of his hands on the ground: then sitting down before him, though he was eager to go on his way, he spoke mockingly to Hermes:

(ll. 301-303) ‘Fear not, little swaddling baby, son of Zeus and Maia. I shall find the strong cattle presently by these omens, and you shall lead the way.’

(ll. 304-306) When Apollo had so said, Cyllenian Hermes sprang up quickly, starting in haste. With both hands he pushed up to his ears the covering that he had wrapped about his shoulders, and said:

(ll. 307-312) ‘Where are you carrying me, Far-Worker, hastiest of all the gods? Is it because of your cattle that you are so angry and harass me? O dear, would that all the sort of oxen might perish; for it is not I who stole your cows, nor did I see another steal them—whatever cows may be, and of that I have only heard report. Nay, give right and take it before Zeus, the Son of Cronos.’

Homeric Hymn to Hermes

trans. Hugh G. Evelyn-White

[whalehouse1]

DLH: Makes fun of Demeter in almost every Greek myth video (not Norse she worked those drums)

DLH: -makes a modern day hymn to Demeter that just destroys you-

[ghostwithwings]

Not baby Hermes perjuring by Zeus 🤦‍♀️

[coldraindropsss]

Demeter's Search for Persephone.

The Return of Persephone🌾🍂🌼