are unbecmoming in
a poet’s household?
and that they are not
suitable in ours?
[Note: ‘A poet’s household’ is more litterally one ‘dedicated to the Muses.’]
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Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean,
Remains a dream of loveliness–to fillMy soul, my life, at Aphrodite’s will.
It’s no use
can’t finish myweavingYou mayblame Aphroditesoft as she isshe has almostkilled me withlove for that boySapphotr. Barnard
Cytherea, thy dainty Adonis is dying!
O Nymphs, let it echo, the voice of your crying,The greenwood through!O Forest-maidens, smite on the breast,Rend ye the delicate-woven vest!Let the wail ring wild and high:‘Ah for Adonis!’ cry.O Sappho, how canst thou chant the blissOf Kypris — after such day as this?‘Oh Adonis, thou leavest me — woe for my lot!And Eros, my…
With flowers fair adorn thy lustrous hair,
With thy soft hands, for so a maiden standsAccepted of the gods, whose eyes divineAre turned away from her–though fair as MayShe waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine.
In the spring twilight
Girls take their placesas though around an altar
I took my lyre and said:
tortoise shell: becomea speaking instrument
are unbecmoming in
a poet’s household?
and that they are not
suitable in ours?
[Note: ‘A poet’s household’ is more litterally one ‘dedicated to the Muses.’]
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Must I remind you, Cleis,
are unbecoming ina poet’s household?and that they are notsuitable in ours?Sapphotr. Barnard
Sweet mother, at the idle loom I lean,
Remains a dream of loveliness–to fillMy soul, my life, at Aphrodite’s will.
Over the fisher Pelagon Meniscus his father set
For all men, and for ever, memorials there to beOf the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea.
With his venom
and bittersweetthat loosenerof limbs, Lovereptile-likestrikes me down
Blest as the immortal gods is he,
Whose ears thy tongue’s sweet melodyMay still devour.Thou smilest too!–sweet smile, whose charmHas struck my soul with wild alarm,And, when I see thee, bids disarmEach vital power.Speechless I gaze: the flame withinRuns swift o’er all my quivering skin:My eyeballs swim; with dizzy dinMy brain reels round;And cold drops fall; and tremblings frailSeize every limb; and…
Cyprian, in my dream
kerchief shadowedyour cheeks — the oneTimas one time sent,a timid gift, allthe way from PhocaeaSapphotr. Barnard
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are unbecoming in
a poet’s household?
and that they are not
suitable in ours?
Sappho
tr. Barnard
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Yes, Atthis, you may be sure
Anactoria will think often of usof the life we shared here, when you seemedthe Goddess incarnateto her and your singing pleased her bestNow among Lydian women she in herturn stands first as the red-fingered moon rising at sunset takesprecedence over stars around her;her light spreads equallyon the salt sea and fields thick with bloomDelicious dew…
If love thou hast for me, not hate,
For I no longer will abideWhere youth and age lie side by side.
With flowers fair adorn thy lustrous hair,
With thy soft hands, for so a maiden standsAccepted of the gods, whose eyes divineAre turned away from her–though fair as MayShe waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine.
THOU liest dead, and there will be no memory left behind
The roses of Pierian streams upon thy brow; thy doomIs now to flit with unknown ghosts in cold and nameless gloom.
Sleep, darling
daughter calledCleis, who islike a goldenflowerI 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 woreand my motheralways said that in herday a purple ribbonlooped in the hair was thoughtto be high style indeedbut we were dark:a girlwhose hair is yellower…
You know the place: then
waiting where the grove ispleasantest, by precinctssacred to you; incensesmokes on the altar, coldstreams murmur through theapple branches, a youngrose thicket shades the groundand quivering leaves pourdown deep sleep; in meadowswhere horses have grown sleekamong spring flowers, dillscents the air. Queen! Cyprian!Fill our gold cups with lovestirred into clear nectar