spring: forgotten

My lover left and brought spring
but where I am the sun does not reach.
And as one by one the flowers bloom
to add to my interminable gloom,
I pray for the chill of winter snow.

While for the return of warm days they do cheer,
who would remember the one who each year
suffers the lost of his deserved bride?

As all celebrate the coming of spring,
I remain forgotten like all wretched things.

this has nothing to do with any kind of personal experience. but my bio professor told us the story of persephone, ceres and hades during a class on ergot toxins (don't ask), which somehow made me feel very sad for hades. which, besides telling me that i am kind of a crazy person, made me realised how much prejudice is so commonly present. just because someone is not a nice person doesn't mean he doesn't have the capacity to love does it? i sincerely hope not. and ultimately, who remembers that in this tale, hades suffers 6 months out of every year for the loss of his bride? people only care that spring and summer is when persephone returns to ceres so we get our nice weather. i think there's something really fundemental about human thinking here. or that i'm just crazy.