Poems by Sappho
Evening
... Sheep to the shepherd, through twilight the wings of the bird, ...
In Adoration
... Thou smilest too!--sweet smile, whose charm ...
Without warning
... Love shakes my heart ...
To One False In Love
... Love on, forsworn, your little day: ...
The Death Of Adonis
... They close he sleeps not the sleep of the dead! ...
An Epithalamium
... At its uttermost point, which the gleaners forgat, and passed it by ...
Like the gods. . .
... sets the heart to shaking inside my breast, since ...
Orchard Song
... The whole orchard fills, whilst the leaves ...
It is the Muses
... taught me their craft ...
To Aphrodite
... in meadows where horses have grown sleek ...
[It’s no use / Mother dear...]
... You may blame Aphrodite ...
Leto and Niobe
... Before they were mothers ...
We shall enjoy it
... fault, may silliness ...
[To an army wife, in Sardis...]
... would move me more than glitter ...
Tonight I've watched
... go down The night is now ...
