Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHOStand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
SAPPHOMere air, these words, but delicious to hear.
SAPPHODeath must be an evil and the gods agree; for why else would they live for ever?
SAPPHOThe moon has set, and the Pleiades; it is midnight, and time passes, and I sleep alone.
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.
SAPPHOFrom all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
SAPPHOIn gold sandals / dawn like a thief / fell upon me.
SAPPHOWhatever one loves most is beautiful.
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.
SAPPHOLove is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
SAPPHOLove, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough.
SAPPHOHow love the limb-loosener sweeps me away.
SAPPHOLove – bittersweet, irrepressible – loosens my limbs and I tremble.
SAPPHOWith his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
SAPPHOI will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
SAPPHOThe Moon and Pleiades have set, Midnight is nigh, The time is passing, passing, yet Alone I lie.
SAPPHO