Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHODancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
SAPPHOWhat cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHOBeauty endures only for as long as it can be seen; goodness, beautiful today, will remain so tomorrow.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHONow the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
SAPPHOWould 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.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHOFor some the fairest thing on the dark earth is Thermopylae, And the Spartan phalanx lowering lances to die.
SAPPHOEros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
SAPPHO