A Hymn To Venus By Sappho

A Hymn To Venus By Sappho O Venus, beauty of the skies, To whom a thousand temples rise, Gaily false in gentle smiles, Full of love-perplexing wiles; O goddess, from my heart remove The wasting cares and pains of love. If ever thou hast kindly heard A song in soft distress preferred, Propitious to my […]

First Kiss By Sappho

First Kiss By Sappho And down I set the cushion Upon the couch that she Relaxed supine upon it Might give her lips to me As some enamored priestess At Aphrodite’s shrine Entranced I bent above her With sense of the divine She had, by nature nubile In years a child, no hint Of any […]

He Is More Than A Hero By Sappho

He Is More Than A Hero By Sappho He is more than a hero he is a god in my eyes— the man who is allowed to sit beside you — he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, the enticing laughter that makes my own heart beat fast. If I meet […]

The Sliver Moon By Sappho

The Sliver Moon By Sappho The silver moon is set; The Pleiades are gone; Half the long night is spent, and yet I lie alone. Copyright © by the owner. Discover More Poetry

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Untitled By Sappho

Untitled By Sappho Immortal Aphrodite, on your intricately brocaded throne,[1] child of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray: Dear Lady, don’t crush my heart with pains and sorrows. But come here, if ever before, when you heard my far-off cry, you listened. And you came, leaving your father’s house, yoking your chariot of gold. […]

On The Throne Of Many Hues Immortal Aphrodite By Sappho

On The Throne Of Many Hues Immortal Aphrodite By Sappho On the throne of many hues Immortal Aphrodite child of Zeus weaving wiles–I beg you not to subdue my spirit Queen with pain or sorrow but come–if ever before having heard my voice from far away you listened and leaving your father’s golden home you […]

It’s No Use / Mother Dear… By Sappho

It’s No Use / Mother Dear… By Sappho Translated By Mary Barnard It’s no use Mother dear, Ican’t finish myweaving            You mayblame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almostkilled me withlove for that boy Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Copyright © 2012 by The Estate of Mary […]

I asked myself / What, Sappho, can By Sappho

I asked myself / What, Sappho, can… By Sappho Translated By Mary Barnard I asked myself What, Sappho, canyou give one whohas everything,like Aphrodite? Share on facebook Share on twitter Share on whatsapp Share on telegram Share on email Copyright © 2012 by The Estate of Mary Barnard. Read More Poetry

Charaxos and Larichos By Sappho

Charaxos and Larichos By Sappho Translated By William Logan Say what you like about Charaxos,that’s a fellow with a fat-bellied shipalways in some port or other.What does Zeus care, or the rest of his gang? Now you’d like me on my knees,crying out to Hera, “Blah, blah, blah,bring him home safe and free of warts,”or blubbering, […]