…and Earth herself, who gives birth to all things,
and having nurtured them receives their increase in turn…
καὶ γαῖαν αὐτήν, ἣ τὰ πάντα τίκτεται,
θρέψασά τ᾽ αὖθις τῶνδε κῦμα λαμβάνει
Yea summon Earth, who brings all things to life
And rears and takes again into her womb.
~Two translations from Aeschylus, The Libation Bearers, 127-8,
the first tr. by H. W. Smyth and the second tr. by Jules Cashford
An excerpt from Hymn To Gaia
by Tom Williams
When o’er your dreaming hills the dawning day ignites its fire,
And on your seas the light’s caress awakens wind and spray,
Your breath bids bud and branch push forth to echo your desire,
And in a womb a heart begins your rhythmic hymn to play,
The eye that opens upon itself, an eye that’s opened before,
Seeks knowledge deep with each repeat, the better to adore.
So Yes! Yes! to the beating heart,
That echoes the surge of the sea,
And sends blood’s course with primal force,
Urged on by the will to be.
And Yes! Yes! to the pulse that flows,
The stream of life’s rebirth,
The sacred flame intones your name,
Oh Gaia, soul of the Earth.