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55 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2015
‘She who shuns love soon will pursue it,
She who scorns gifts will send them still:
That girl will learn love, though she do it
Against her will.
‘Come, girls, beat your fists
Down upon your breasts
And shred your dresses.’
That impossible predator,
Eros the Limb-Loosener,
Bitter-sweetly and afresh
Savages my flesh.
Yet, lest it slip your mind, I shall review
Everything we have shared – the good times, too:
Moon and the Pleiades go down.
Midnight and tryst pass by.
I, though, lie
Alone.
Peace, you never seemed so tedious
As now – no, never quite like this.
But I love extravagance,
And wanting it has handed down
The glitter and glamour of the sun
As my inheritance.
I loved you once, years ago, Atthis,
When your flower was in place.
You seemed a gawky girl then, artless,
Without grace.
Atthis, you looked at what I was
And hated what you saw
And now, all in a flutter, chase
After Andromeda.
The people I most strive to please
Do me the worst injuries …
I have a daughter who reminds me of
A marigold in bloom.
Kleïs is her name,
And I adore her.
I would refuse all Lydia’s glitter for her
And all other love.
… You see, my mother,
Back when she was young,
Thought it was fancy for a girl to wear
A purple fillet, a headband –
Yes, this was quite the thing.
Now, though, we have seen a girl with hair
More orange than a firebrand
Sport all the flowers of spring
Woven together, garlands upon garlands –
And only lately, fresh from Sardis,
A spangled headband …
Artemis made the pledge no god can break:
‘Upon my head and all that I hold dear,
I shall remain a maid, a mountaineer
Hunting on summits – grant this for my sake.’
The gorgeous man presents a gorgeous view;
The good man will in time be gorgeous, too.
Wealth without real worthiness
Is no good for the neighbourhood;
But their proper mixture is
The summit of beatitude.
“Did she know and if she knew would she speak?”

"I declare
That later on,
Even in an age unlike our own,
Someone will remember who we are."
'Yes, we did many things then – allSappho was a prolific poet, probably composing around 10,000 lines. Her poetry was well-known and greatly admired through much of antiquity, and she was among the canon of nine lyric poets most highly esteemed by scholars of Hellenistic Alexandria. Today, most of Sappho's poetry is lost, but it is still considered extraordinary, and her works have continued to influence other writers up until the modern day. Beyond her poetry, she is well known as a symbol of love and desire between women.
Beautiful...'
That impossible predator,Well, at least we know that love made people dumb even before the Common Era.
Eros the Limb-Loosener,
Bitter-sweetly and afresh
Savages my flesh.
Like a gale smiting an oak
On mountainous terrain,
Eros, with a stroke,
Shattered my brain.
Some call ships, infantry or horsemenYou tell 'em, gurl!
The greatest beauty earth can offer;
I say it is whatever a person
Most lusts after.




