Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks. SAPPHO AncientMountainShakeSoul
The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie. SAPPHO Anand Thakur
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done. SAPPHO Anand Thakur
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass. SAPPHO Anand Thakur
For some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die. SAPPHO Anand Thakur
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be. SAPPHO Anand Thakur
Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died. SAPPHO DeathDecisionGodSick
The moon has set In a bank of jet That fringes the Western sky, The pleiads seven Have sunk from heaven And the midnight hurries by; My hopes are flown And, alas! alone On my weary couch I lie. SAPPHO AloneBankHeavenHopeLyingMoonMyself
Eros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks. SAPPHO HeartMountainMyselfRootWild
Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man. SAPPHO HighManMarriageTall
Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever? SAPPHO AgreementDeathEvilGod