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Translated by Jim Powell
Translated by Jim Powell
Translated by Jim Powell
625 BCE) 1
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Poems by Sappho (from Lesbos in ancient Greece, c. 625 BCE) 2
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It’s no use
Mother dear, I
can’t finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
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Poems by Sappho (from Lesbos in ancient Greece, c. 625 BCE) 3
I
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
Atop on the topmost twig, — which the pluckers forgot, somehow, —
Forget it not, nay; but got it not, for none could get it till now.
II
Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.
http://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/browse/164/3#!/20604019 ]
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Some there are who say that the fairest thing seen
on the black earth is an array of horsemen;
some, men marching; some would say ships; but I say
she whom one loves best
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