Deduke men ha salana
kai Pleaides, mesai de
nuktes, para d’erkhet’ hora,
ego de mona katheudo.
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.
Steve Dailly from a fragment of Sappho.