Sappho Sappho

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

You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us

Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus,
Enchantress,
I implore thee Slay me not in this distress and anguish

The stars around the fair moon
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the
And spreads the seas with silvery light.

It's no
Mother dear,
Ican't finish myweaving
You mayblame Aphroditesoft as she isshe has almostkilled me withlove for that boytranslated by:

It's no use
Mother dear,
I
can't finish my

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…

I have had not one word from
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wepta great deal; she said tome, ``This parting must beendured,
Sappho. I go unwillingly.''I said, ``Go, and be happybut remember (you knowwell) whom you…

O
US!
Thou bring'st all things home;
All that the garish day hath scattered wide;

It was you,
Atthis, who said "Sappho, if you will not get up and let us look at you I shall never love you again! "Get up, unleash your suppleness, lift off your Chian nightdress and, like a lily leaning into "
a spring,…

You know the place:
Leave Crete and come to uswaiting where the grove ispleasantest, by precinctssacred to you; incensesmokes on the altar, coldstreams murmur through theapple branches, a youngrose thicket shades the groundand quivering…

In the spring twilight the full moon is shining:
Girls take their places as though around an altar

To any army wife, in Sardis:
Some say a cavalry corps,
some infantry, some again,
will maintain that the swift oarsof our fleet are the finestsight on dark earth; but I saythat whatever one loves, is.

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

What country maiden charms thy heart,
However fair, however sweet,
Who has not learned by gracious
To draw her dress around her feet?

Set are the Pleiades; the  Moon is
And midnight dark on high.
The hours, the hours, drift by,
And here I lie

OU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind Of thee or thine in all the earth, for never didst thou bind The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doom Is now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
This…

Before they were
Leto and Niobehad been the mostdevoted of friendstranslated by:
Barnard

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.   'Twas this deprived my soul of rest

Tell everyone now, today,
I shall sing beautifully for my friends' pleasure

We shall enjoy it as for him who finds fault, may silliness and sorrow take him!

Tonight I've watched the moon and then the Pleiades go down The night is now half-gone; youth goes;
I am in bed alone

Sleep, darlingI have a smalldaughter
Cleis, who islike a goldenflower
I wouldn'ttake all Croesus'kingdom with lovethrown in, for her—-Don't ask me what to wearI have no embroideredheadband from Sardis togive you,
Cleis, such asI…