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ἱμερτός , ή, όν, (ἱμείρω): A . longed for, desired, lovely, “Τιταρήσιος” Il. 2.751;“κίθαρις” h.Merc.510; “ κόμα” Sapph.119, deep sleep; “λέχος” Pi.P.3.99 bed, mattress. ἱμερώδης , ες,= ἱμερόεις, Callistr.Stat.11. ἱμερό-εις , εσσα, εν, (ἵμερος): A . exciting desire, lovely, charming , in Hom. al- ways of things, “ἱμερόεντα . . ἔργα γάμοιο” Il.5.429, charming works of marriabge, etc.; ἀοιδή, ἔπεα, Od.1.421, 17.519; ἀγλαὸς οἶμος ἀοιδῆς καὶ μολπὴ τεθαλυῖα καὶ ἱμερόεις βρόμος αὐλῶν, Homeric Hymn to Hermes, 451-2, the bright path of song —the full-toned chant and ravishing thrill of flutes. [βρόμος (A), ὁ A. [select] any loud noise, as the crackling of fire, Il.14.396, Thphr.Fr.165; roaring of thunder] ἱμερό-νους , ουν: A . lovely of soul [why not of mind] , Orph.H.56.8.

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Desired cithara, desired waters, desired crowns, desired sleep, desired bed, desired evils, desired songs, desired age.

it thinks it might encounter the beauteous one; once it sees him and he channels the himeros into it, the obstructed pores are opened and once it breathes easy, its prickling and suffering abate and at that point, it enjoys this ever so sweet pleasure.

PREAMBLE (EXCERPT II) It was night and it was the month of May June September the end of May June September and we were under the trees called “pines” and it was late and the heat had started up but there may have been some coolness that night maybe there was a breeze and people were passing up front and there were people nearby eating and chatting and drinking and talking and laughing and perhaps there were others like us among the people confessing but we weren’t looking at the people we knew we were accompanied we knew we were not alone and knowing this we stared straight ahead at nothing at the point when the words were about to be said we only ever looked at the shadows inbetween the pines inbetween the loaded branches in the night loaded with shadows that were claiming our gaze. You turn and look at me in the eyes for the first time in tonight’s meeting you look at me in the eyes and you say. You look at me in the eyes and a wave of warmth starts moving up from the feet a wave of warmth starts mov- ing down from the eyes. The same wave and without deciding to without thinking I lean across the table my heart beating loudly al- though I am embarrassed I lean and give you a quick peck of a kiss. LONGUS 1.14.4. (DAPHNIS AND CHLOE) “Τίς τὴν λάλον ἀκρĩδα θεραπεύσει, ἣν πολλά καμοῡσα ἐθηρασα, ἳνα με κατακοιμίζῃ φθεγγομένη πρὸ τοῡ ἂνδου; νῡν δὲ ἐγὼ μὲν ἀγρυπνῶ, διὰ Δάφνιν, ἡ δε μα την λαλεῑ.” who will look after the voluble cicada that I have so toiled to capture, to put me to sleep with its signing in front of the cave? now I lay sleepless on account of Daphnis and it vain does it sing

HOMERIC HYMN TO HERMES (while PHOEBUS is listening to HERMES play the lyre) 420 ... And Phoebus Apollo laughed for joy; for the sweet throb of the marvellous music went to his heart, and a soft longing took hold on his soul as he listened... ... while he played shrilly on his lyre But Apollo was seized with a longing not to be allayed, and he opened his mouth and spoke winged words to Hermes... What skill is this? What song for desperate cares? What way of song? For verily here are three things to hand all at once from which to choose, —mirth, and love, and sweet sleep. And though I am a follower of the Olympian Muses who love dances and the bright path of song —the full-toned chant and ravishing thrill of flutes —yet I never cared for any of those feats of skill at young men’s revels, as I do now for this: 425 434 447

Phoebus Apollo then laughed all the way with joy, for the adorable sound reached

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his heart of the wondrous voice and sweet longing overtook his soul as he listened