To truly appreciate the wonder of Sappho's writing, one has to understand her history and know the background of this amazing poetess. What has to be realized is that her poetry was the first of its kind, the first of the love poems, the first of the lyric poems, and the first poems of human experiences which feel so real, it's remarkable how relevant they are today.
Sappho was called the "tenth muse" and these words do not fail to describe the pure majesty of her writing. And although it grieves me this time to say, I unfortunately do not know what ancient tongue she recorded her poetry in because from what I've heard, it was pure genius, and as my professor once said, "Translation is like a mistress. It is either beautiful or faithful, but not both." And it saddens me in this sense how I will never be able to truly appreciate it in its true form, but in all honesty, even in its translated form it still reverberates something deep within me that I cannot deny. Poetry tends to do that to people.
But really what astounds me is the pure love, jealousy, reverence, regret, and pain is written within the lines of her prose. It speaks volumes to the modern reader because everything she's written down came from her own personal life.
And I found it miraculous above all, how it was a woman who found all of this. Ancient civilizations were notorious for being male-dominated, and so Sappho being so revered even in her own time gives one just a small impression of what impact she had.
I love her poetry. Hands down, one of my favourite poets.
Even if all we have left of her are fragmented poems, I still admire each fragment I've read because this material is amazing to behold.