Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHOSomeone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
SAPPHOHow love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
SAPPHOI took my lyre and said: come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument.
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHOI would not think to touch the sky with two arms
SAPPHOWhen anger spreads through the breath, guard thy tongue from barking idly.
SAPPHOWithout warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart.
SAPPHOYou may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us.
SAPPHONo honey for me, if it comes with a bee.
SAPPHOHe who is fair to look upon is good, and he who is good will soon be fair also.
SAPPHOMay I write words more naked than flesh, stronger than bone, more resilient than sinew, sensitive than nerve.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOAll the while, believe me, I prayed our night would last twice as long.
SAPPHOI do not know what to do, my mind’s in two.
SAPPHO