I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOThe evening star Is the most beautiful of all stars.
More Sappho Quotes
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Now the Earth with many flowers puts on her spring embroidery.
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There is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
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I do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
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Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
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Eros seizes and shakes my very soul like the wind on the mountain shaking ancient oaks.
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The Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
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Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
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Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
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I took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
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Death is an evil; the gods have so judged; had it been good, they would die.
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May I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
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Death must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
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Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees.
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I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
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Some say an army of horsemen, or infantry, A fleet of ships is the fairest thing On the face of the black earth, but I say It’s what one loves.
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Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
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Although only breath, words which I command are immortal.
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Love – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
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Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
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From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
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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.
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Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
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No honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
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When anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
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In gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
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What cannot be said will be wept.
SAPPHO