Raise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHORaise high the roof-beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHOEros harrows my heart: wild gales sweeping desolate mountains, uprooting oaks.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOThere is no place for grief in a house which serves the Muse.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHOSome 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.
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOIf you are squeamish Don’t prod the beach rubble.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHOOnce again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done.
SAPPHOThe 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.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO