Death is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHODeath is an ill; ’tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHOAlthough only breath, words which I command are immortal.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOExperience shows us Wealth unchaperoned by Virtue is never an innocuous neighbor.
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHOHow love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHOHesperus bringing together All that the morning star scattered.
SAPPHODeath must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHO