SAPPHO 630 B.C. – 580 B.C.


He Is More Than A Hero


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
you suddenly, I can’

speak — my tongue is broken;
a thin flame runs under
my skin; seeing nothing,

hearing only my own ears
drumming, I drip with sweat;
trembling shakes my body

and I turn paler than
dry grass. At such times
death isn’t far from me



2 thoughts on “SAPPHO 630 B.C. – 580 B.C.

  1. Old poems are coming up for some air:

    Past Midnight

    Deduke men ha salana
    kai Pleaides, mesai de
    nuktes, para d’erkhet’ hora,
    ego de mona katheudo.

    Past midnight,
    the moon and the Pleiades have set before me
    and I lie alone.

    My wakeful thought
    folds the distance between us
    and we meet in the silent air,
    caught in the tiny glitter of starlight
    above the wine dark sea,
    borne aloft by the heady vapour.

    At last, I will fly with the night
    to my Aegean bed
    to wake in the chill dawn –
    and you will embrace the morning
    and awake in gold.

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