Cretan women, in childbirth, can smother
Raging contractions with the dictamnus
Evergreen, which has the strength of Somnus
To allay anxieties that pother.
A wreath of it in her hair, another
New Luna made the ancients feel anxious:
Diana, they feared, turned her back on us
In eclipsing Juno, her earth mother.
Kronos, once before, had swallowed her deep
Till Metis forced him to blow out his breath.
Yet, while we over Juno’s fate did weep,
Night stood still in its negative death.
Narayana saw our bleak land of sleep
And, in a flash, “Let there be Light,” he saith.