Hi, Catalina. I came across this prayer here: https://greekpagan.com/2016/07/06/to-mnemosyne/
All praise to wise Mnemosyne, mother of Muses,
mistress of your mother’s wisdom,
buried deep within the earth, with bone and stone.
Mistress of memory, the sweet and the sharp,
protector of history, preserver of stories,
maintainer of tales of sorrow and joy,
yours is the truth within the fact,
the shadow cast on what we know
by what has been forgotten.
O mother of sight and inspiration, I call to you.
I honor you, good and gracious Mnemosyne,
I offer you my praise and seek your blessing.
It’s uncredited.
This one’s by Pindar, translator uncredited:
Prayer to Mnemosyne by Pindar
But I pray to Mnamosyna (Mnemosyne, Memory), the fair-robed child of Ouranos (Uranus, Heaven), and to her daughters [the Mousai (Muses)], to grant me ready resource; for the minds of men are blind, whosoever, without the maids of Helikon (Helicon), seeketh the steep path of them that walked it by their wisdom.
Pindar, Paean 7
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Be careful Tori. But yes, let’s not live in fear because that’s not living a full life.
Hi, Catalina. I came across this prayer here: https://greekpagan.com/2016/07/06/to-mnemosyne/
All praise to wise Mnemosyne, mother of Muses,
mistress of your mother’s wisdom,
buried deep within the earth, with bone and stone.
Mistress of memory, the sweet and the sharp,
protector of history, preserver of stories,
maintainer of tales of sorrow and joy,
yours is the truth within the fact,
the shadow cast on what we know
by what has been forgotten.
O mother of sight and inspiration, I call to you.
I honor you, good and gracious Mnemosyne,
I offer you my praise and seek your blessing.
It’s uncredited.
This one’s by Pindar, translator uncredited:
Prayer to Mnemosyne by Pindar
But I pray to Mnamosyna (Mnemosyne, Memory), the fair-robed child of Ouranos (Uranus, Heaven), and to her daughters [the Mousai (Muses)], to grant me ready resource; for the minds of men are blind, whosoever, without the maids of Helikon (Helicon), seeketh the steep path of them that walked it by their wisdom.
Pindar, Paean 7
Ok it looks like the poem will be tomorrow! Oops
Be careful Tori. But yes, let’s not live in fear because that’s not living a full life.