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Sappho

  • -HAIUXXYmembuat kutipantahun lalu
    Sappho was a musician. Her poetry is lyric, that is, composed to be sung to the lyre.
  • -HAIUXXYmembuat kutipantahun lalu
    It seems that she knew and loved women as deeply as she did music.
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    You will have memories

    Because of what we did back then

    When we were new at this,

    Yes, we did many things, then – all

    Beautiful …
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    That fellow strikes me as god’s double,

    Couched with you face to face, delighting

    In your warm manner, your amiable

    Talk and inviting

    Laughter – the revelation flutters

    My ventricles, my sternum and stomach.

    The least glimpse, and my lost voice stutters,

    Refuses to come back

    Because my tongue is shattered. Gauzy

    Flame runs radiating under

    My skin; all that I see is hazy,

    My ears all thunder.

    Sweat comes quickly, and a shiver

    Vibrates my frame. I am more sallow

    Than grass and suffer such a fever

    As death should follow.

    But I must suffer further, worthless

    As I am …
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    But when you lie dead

    No one will notice later or feel sad

    Because you gathered no sprays from the roses

    Of the Pierian Muses.

    Once lost in Hades’ hall

    You will be homeless and invisible –

    Another shadow flittering back and forth

    With shadows of no worth.
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    I beg you, Empress, do not smite me

    With anguish and fever

    But come as often, on request,

    (Hearing me, heeding from afar,)
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    And there they were, and you, sublime

    And smiling with immortal mirth,
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    There is a boy, and lust

    Has crushed my spirit
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    I loved you once, years ago, Atthis,

    When your flower was in place.

    You seemed a gawky girl then, artless,

    Without grace.

    Atthis, you looked at what I was

    And hated what you saw

    And now, all in a flutter, chase

    After Andromeda.
  • Aldair Apodacamembuat kutipantahun lalu
    … because

    The people I most strive to please

    Do me the worst injuries …

    By giving me creations of their own

    My girls have handed me renown.

    And this next charming ditty I –

    In honour of my girls –

    Shall sing out prettily.
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