Aeneas' mother is a star?"" No; a goddess." I said cautiously, "Venus is the power that we invoke in spring, in the garden, when things begin growing. And we call the evening star Venus."He thought it over. Perhaps having grown up in the country, among pagans like me, helped him understand my bewilderment. "So do we, he said. "But Venus also became more.. With the help of the Greeks. They call her Aphrodite..There was a great poet who praised her in Latin. Delight of men and gods, he called her, dear nurturer. Under the sliding star signs she fills the ship-laden sea and the fruitful earth with her being; through her the generations are conceived and rise up to see the sun; from her the storm clouds flee; to her the earth, the skillful maker, offers flowers. The wide levels of the sea smile at her, and all the quiet sky shines and streams with light.." It was the Venus I had prayed to, it was my prayer, though I had no such words. They filled my eyes with tears and my heart with inexpressible joy. Anonymous
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When the young Aeneas, son of Anchises, killed his father in anger, he also committed a grave sin. However, Venus had turned her back on him for his impiety and, at the same time, she had granted him the opportunity to prove himself against Troy. For this reason Venus is called "The Delighting of Men and Gods" by Virgil in his famous ode "Venus". The Delighting of men and gods is also called "Venus-Aphrodite".

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