Oracle!
I am Pythea.
I speak, and I see.
Inquiry does not matter,
answers come not from me.
At Delphi, Eleusis, Donana
upon a tripod chair
I chewed narcotic laurel,
in trance over fetid air.
Babbling riddled phrases
I trembled on marbled floor,
priests, hierophants
divined meaning
through my open core.
I tell now a secret
by this ever know...
Ask me no questions.
Answers come through
your seeking soul.
CM/06
2007-03-30 07:58:24 · 3 answers · asked by Farley 2 in Society & Culture ➔ Mythology & Folklore
It's not clear what exactly your question is? The poem is about the oracle of Delphi. There was a crack in the floor of the cave where the Oracle did here prognostication. Halucinogenic vapors came up through the crack in the floor, it was a natural phenomenon, they did a show about it on Discovery somewhere along the line. She would also chew a narcotic herb. The herb and vapors helped to induce a trance. She would commence to babble incoherently, and a priest of the temple of Delphi would interpret her ramblings to produce a prediction. At the end of the poem the Oracle reminds you that the answer is in yourself all along, you don't really need her to carry on that way.....
2007-03-30 09:23:32 · answer #1 · answered by beatlefan 7 · 0⤊ 0⤋
Nice Poem.
2007-03-30 15:42:41 · answer #2 · answered by Melaenami 2 · 0⤊ 0⤋
mebbe thats why u aint getting proper answers--cos u dont want any questions --babble on baby- u make a lotta sense to me-cos i can babble all day and nite--try me--
2007-03-30 15:07:13 · answer #3 · answered by fahima 3 · 0⤊ 0⤋