O children of the earth, sing to your maternal ancestors:
Tellus Mater, the goddess who is the soil itself,
bedrock of life, foundation of the living world,
and her daughter Ops, with her handmaid Abundantia
that brings forth green shoots in verdant field and forest,
and her granddaughter Ceres, goddess of grain and corn,
girlfriend of Pomona and Maia, mothers of growing sweet things,
Ceres the mother of Libera and Liber,
Ceres the nurturer of Pax.
Sing to these goddesses before the work of the gods
comes upon them: Imporcitor with his plowing,
Sterculinus and Saturn the sowers and fertilizers,
Picus and Vertumnus who bring forth blooms.
Sing to the women who were the goddesses for Hadrian:
Diva Marciana who was Tellus Mater the grandmother,
Diva Matidia who was the mother Ops,
Diva Sabina Augusta who was Ceres the daughter upon the earth.
But the myth differs from the story of the annals–
for it was Jupiter who laid with Ceres to bring forth Vertumnus
when Hadrian, Sabina, and Antinous walked the surface of Tellus Mater.
O children of the earth, fosterlings of dirt and soil,
siblings to trees and to the shrubs and flowers,
nurselings upon the breasts of rivers and springs,
sing this song to your mothers and grandmothers and great-grandmothers
for their ears are not filled with praises any longer
and they long to hear from their children once again.
Yes, folks, it’s still Paganalia, and what I said yesterday applies just as much today as it did then. What is above is a small offering toward those ends, which you can use (and edit or omit verses as you see fit for those who aren’t Antinoans) in your celebration of this holiday, today or in the future, if you like.
[And on a rather unrelated note, Poetry Isn't Dead!, even though some might not like the poem above.]
Ave Tellus Mater! Ave Ops! Ave Ceres!
Ave Abundantia Pax Liberaque!
Ave Divae Marciana Matidia Sabinaque!
Ave Saturne Sterculine Imporcitor Pice Liber Jupiter Vertumneque!
Ave Hadriane! Ave Ave Antinoe!