Sounds of grief

In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who sits there facing you—any man whatever—listening from closeby to the sweetness of your voice as you talk, thesweetness of your laughter: yes, that—I swear it— sets the heart to shaking inside my…

Dapple-throned Aphrodite, eternal daughter of God, snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you, cow my heart with grief! Come, as once when you heard my far- off cry and, listening, stepped from your father's house to your gold car, to yoke…

With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down

Like the sweet apple that At end of the bough--Far end of the bough--Left by the gatherer's swaying, Forgotten, so thou. Nay, not forgotten, ungotten

Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart

Awed by her splendor stars near the lovely moon cover their own bright faces when she is roundest and lights earth with her silver

I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument

He seems to he a god, that man Facing you, who leans to be close, Smiles, and, alert and glad, listens To your mellow voice And quickens in love at your laughter That stings my breasts, jolts my heart If I dare the shock of a glance. I…