Monday, December 5th, 2011
Happy December! Here in Massachusetts, the weather has become decidedly wintry, and the grocery stores are full of the season’s fruits: clementines, grapefruits and, my favorite, pomegranates. In honor of that luscious fruit, and the changing season, today’s myth is the story of Persephone. The suggestion comes thanks to the fabulous Sarah Clayton (@Clayton_Sarah), a passionate reader and advocate for books.
Persephone (Proserpina in Latin) was the beautiful daughter of Zeus and the goddess of grain, Demeter. One day while she was picking flowers with her companions (Artemis and Athena, in one version of the story), Hades burst from the earth in a golden chariot, seized the girl, and carried her off to his palace in the Underworld.
In modern retellings of Greek myths, it’s become common to portray Hades as evil, or demonic (see Disney’s Hercules). This is absolutely not present in the ancient myths. Though he was a gloomy and frightening god, the ancients never saw Hades as evil. He wasn’t responsible for human death or suffering, merely charged with shepherding the souls once they had left their bodies—a necessary, if melancholy, job. Out of respect and awe for his position, he was rarely depicted in ancient art. (Post-Classical artists had no such restrictions, where his abduction of Persephone is a favorite subject.)
So, in snatching Persephone Hades was no more villainous than any of those other ancient abductors (Zeus, Poseidon, Apollo, etc). In fact, some might argue he was less so. The god of the Underworld had gone first to his brother Zeus requesting a bride. Zeus suggested Persephone and, knowing that her mother would never allow the girl to go, likewise suggested the abduction. So it was with her father’s permission that Hades took the girl—as polite as it gets among divine unions. Small consolation, of course, for Persephone.
When Demeter discovered what had happened to her daughter, her grief was so great it blighted the soil, causing the first winter. In some versions of the story she even purposefully destroyed the earth, holding the world hostage until Zeus ordered her daughter returned. I like this portrait of Demeter as vengeful mother (see Clytemnestra), and Demeter’s name is even etymologically related to the word for mother (meter), so fiercely canonical was this part of her identity.
Hermes, guide of souls to the underworld, was sent to fetch the girl. But before she could be set free, she ate the fateful pomegranate seeds—the food of the dead, and a bright-red stand-in for the blood that dead souls were said to crave. The poet Louise Glück describes it like this:
stained with red juice like
a character in Hawthorne—”
She is allowed to leave, but the seeds condemn her to return and spend a season each year in the land of the dead. Winter is born.
Sadly, Persephone isn’t given much personality in the myths, beyond that of passive victim. More often the tale is focused on Demeter, or the dramatic moment of abduction. In some stories, Persephone is even stripped of her name, called simply “Kore” (maiden), as though the authors wanted us to see her symbolically, rather than personally. It was in this role that she was worshipped alongside her mother in the Eleusinian mysteries, a cult of Demeter near Athens. The rituals were famously secret, but centered around Demeter and Persephone as guardians of the earth’s cyclical fertility.
But where myth is silent, artists and poets have stepped in to fill in the gap. I particularly love Louise Glück’s poetry collection Averno (which I quoted from above), a series of poems about death, centered on Persephone’s story. Glück takes the bold and unusual step of making Hades a tempting and genuine lover. In turn, Demeter becomes a more ambiguous figure, a mother who may be suffocating her daughter’s desire for independence. Persephone is shuttled back and forth between these two figures, at home in neither place, something Glück expresses beautifully:
“The terrible reunions in store for her
will take up the rest of her life.”
There is a division at the heart of Persephone, who is at once the bringer of spring and the grim and terrifying Queen of the dead. Her story is rich with symbolic and allegorical resonance about death and rebirth. She is the incarnation of that ancient saying (supposed to make a sad man happy, and a happy man sad): This too shall pass.
Persephone also helped to give death a more merciful face. Hades was known for being immovable, but Persephone assists a number of heroes and grieving lovers who stumble down into her world. She is the one who grants Eurydice back to Orpheus, and she likewise aids Psyche in her quest to earn back Eros.
In honor of Persephone’s story, I will end with a great trick I recently learned for peeling pomegranates, without becoming your own red-splattered character from Hawthorne.
Fill a large bowl up with water, submerge the pomegranate, and cut and strip it underwater. Not only will it contain the juice squirts, but the white pulp floats and the seeds sink. Much easier! Good thing I am not Persephone or it would never be spring again….
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