Poems by Sappho
The Fisherman's Tomb
... Of the luckless life of the fisher, the labourer of the sea ...
One Girl
... II Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found, ...
We know this much
... word for it; they too ...
You know the place: then
... in meadows where horses have grown sleek ...
[I asked myself / What, Sappho, can...]
... What, Sappho, can ...
The Arbor
... I am neither living nor dead and cry ...
Cleis
... looped in the hair was thought ...
Blame Aphrodite
... It's no use Mother dear, I ...
It was you, Atthis, who said
... you and flowers crowning your hair&hellip ...
I took my lyre and said
... I took my lyre and said: ...
Drapple-thorned Aphrodite,
... and if she won't love you - she soon will ...
We put the urn aboard ship
... And she being far from home, girls ...
The Torments Of Love
... Love mine whole being doth Love's breath shake ...
Anactoria
... on the salt sea and fields thick with bloom ...
Must I remind you, Cleis,
... Must I remind you, Cleis, ...
