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ἵμερος (ο): A. longing, yearning after , c. gen. rei, “σίτου . . περὶ φρένας ἵμερος αἱρεῖ” Il.11.89; γόου ἵμερον ὦρσε raised [in them] a yearning after tears, i.e. a desire of the soul to disburden itself in grief, Od.16.215, πατρὸς ὑφ᾽ ἵμερον ὦρσε γόοιο raised in him a yearning for his father, 4.113; in pl., πολλοὶ γὰρ εἰς ἓν ξυμπίτνουσιν ἵ. various impulses or emotions coincide to one longing , A. Ch.299, 2. abs., desire, love , “ὥς σεο νῦν ἔραμαι καί με γλυκὺς ἵ. αἱρεῖ” Il.3.446, as now I love thee, and sweet desire layeth hold of me; “δαμέντα φρένας ἱμέρῳ” Pi.O.1.41, [40]his mind overcome with desire, cf. Sapph.Supp.25.16; “ἱμέρῳ πεπληγμένος” A.Ag.544, struck by desire. 3. personified, “ Ἔρως . . χαρίτων, ἱμέρου … πατήρ” Pl.Smp.197d: Eros … father of Desire and Charites ἱμερό-φωνος , ον,: A . of lovely voice or song , “ἀηδών”: nightingale ἱμείρω , Aeol. ἰμέρρω : A . long for, desire , c. gen., τί κακῶν ἱμείρετε τούτων . . ; Od.10.431 “why are you desiring these evils”; “μάχης” A.Ag.940, battle; “βίου” S.Fr.952, life.

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PHAEDRUS [251α] SOCRATES: but he who has witnessed things as they used to be, once he spots a godlike visage that resem- bles heavenly beauty or a body shaped so as to bring it to mind, at first shivers with fright and is entered by some of the terrors of those times, then, gazing upon it, he pays respects as if to a god and were he not concerned that he will be thought a mani- ac, he would sacrifice as to a statue or a god, to the youth whom he loves. [251 β] … while taking in through the eyes the outflow of beauty the soul becomes warmer and the growth of its wings is moistened, and the more the temperature rises, everything around the place of the wings’ sprouting melts whereas it used to be compact and hard, thus obstructing the wings’ formation, but with the nourishment received, the stalk of the wing fleshes out and strives to grow right from the root throughout the soul: because in old times, the soul used to be winged in its entire- ty. [251ξ] ... so then, while observing the beauty of the youth, it receives the particles that are emitted and flow out of the part which is called, precisely, himeros, and, once the himeros is re- ceived, it is moistened and warmed and relieved from hardship and pleasured; but when it is separated and chagrined, the open- ings of the pores out of which the wings grow, dry and close up, thus obstructing the wing’s sprouting and the soul, as it is be- sieged by the himeros and pulsing with drive, pricks each one of its pores, so that spurred in its entirety and prickled from all round, it enters into intense longing and it suffers, although it simultaneously rejoices in remembering the beautiful. From the admixture of those two, and impatient with the paradox that has befallen it, the soul rages puzzled and furious and can neither rest at night nor stay in one place by day but runs longingly wherever

ESKIMOS Every time the body opens, -an open call to the world, acquiescence, an open call expectancy and then a forgetting a forgetting of acquiescence, of opening, of calling “all of it out there Out there – the future tense under the birds’ governance as they fly freely high above our heads without us knowing it “You are strangers we live next to you but you don’t know it” says the sparrow ticking with its beak our window invisible voices of trees why should people be embarrassed faced with the blooming of desire? The Eskimos tremble one inside the other before receiving it when after the interminable northern night the sky opens up and the sun comes out to touch them is already in the interior” says the mouth of the belly “let us at last enter one another”

LEAVES in these stammerings at the launching of language

outside yes and no only inside I want body and soul conjoin

in all the opened suspended leaves and now behold: one of them dropping slowly to the ground

my mind takes flight as if enchanted and to your side every thought flutters take pity on me, sweetheart, forsake me not for you I pine and weep or don’t you know that LIGHT UP I joined the crones entering the church of a morning the lights bright, the chanters in front of

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myself one of the women bearing candles, I light one up and pray

ARCHILOCHUS 193W1 wretched soulless I suffer the longing the horrible pains which the gods impart piercing my bones