Sappho Sappho

Sappho Sappho

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Sappho (c. 630 – c. 570 BCE) was an Archaic Greek poet from the island of Lesbos.[a] Sappho is known for her lyric poetry, written to be sung while accompanied by a lyre.
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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
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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, bat...
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It's no
Mother dear,
Ican't finish myweaving        You mayblame Aphroditesoft as she isshe has almostkilled me withlove for that boytranslated by:
Barnard
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What country maiden charms thy heart,
However fair, however sweet,
Who has not learned by gracious
To draw her dress around her feet
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In the spring twilight the full moon is shining:
Girls take their places as though around an altar
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The stars around the fair moon
Against the night,
When gazing full she fills the
And spreads the seas with silvery light
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O
US
Thou bring'st all things home;
All that the garish day hath scattered wide;
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You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us
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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 leave...
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It's no use
Mother dear,
I
can't finish my
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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 ca...
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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
This is easily proved: didnot Helen —- ...
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Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart
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Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite
Child of Zeus,
Enchantress,
I implore thee Slay me not in this distress and anguish,
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I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument
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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,
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