The book by Robert Graves (18951985), a poet, novelist, folklorist, translator, author of historical novels and monographs on mythology, is a study of ancient religions and myths, passed through a rich poetic fantasy. Specialists may disagree with the methods and conclusions of Graves, but it is impossible not to succumb to the charm of his amazing work, recreating a single image of the mother goddess, which is the basis of all mythologies. 'The Goddess is a beautiful slender Woman with a hooked nose, a deadly pale face, scarlet lips, striking blue eyes and long blond hair. It can turn into a pig, a mare, a bitch, a fox, a donkey, a weasel, a snake, an owl, a wolf, a tigress, a mermaid, or a disgusting old Karga ...... Names and surnames from her - do not count . [ In ghost stories, she is called the White Lady, and in ancient beliefs from the British Isles to the Caucasus Mountains, the White Goddess. I do not remember any real poet, beginning with Homer, who, independently of anyone, would not leave his own testimony about Her. It can be said that an indicator of poetic vision is the accuracy with which the poet depicts the White Goddess and the island where She rules. That's why when you read real poetry, the hair stands on end, the eyes fall off, a lump comes up to the throat, goosebumps run through the skin and the back gets colder. True poetry is the spell of the White Goddess or Muse, the Mother of all things, a power long feared and longed for, like the spider or the queen of bees, whose embraces bring death. Robert Graves, "King Jesus"