This is the dust of little
Timas who unmarried was led
into Persephone’s dark bedroom
And she being far from home, girls
her age took new-edged blades
to cut, in mourning for her,
these curls of their soft hair
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I have had not one word from her
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 leave shackled by love“If you forget me, thinkof our gifts to Aphroditeand all the loveliness that we shared“all the violet tiaras,braided rosebuds, dill andcrocus twined around your…
Although they are
which I commandare immortal
In the spring twilight
Girls take their placesas though around an altar
Awed by her splendor
moon cover their ownbright faceswhen sheis roundest and lightsearth with her silver
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…
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…