Sappho
Sappho
Sapphowas a Greek lyric poet from the island of Lesbos. She was born sometime between 630 and 612 BCE, and it is said that she died around 570 BCE, but little is known for certain about her life. Sappho's poetry was well-known and greatly admired through much of antiquity, and she was considered one of the canon of nine lyric poets. However, most of her poetry is now lost, and survives only in fragmentary form...
NationalityGreek
ProfessionPoet
love heart warning
Without warning as a whirlwind swoops on an oak Love shakes my heart
love heaven earth
From all the offspring of the earth and heaven love is the most precious.
love-is fables fantasy
Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables.
love reptiles bittersweet
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down
famous-love eye grace
Stand and face me, my love,and scatter the grace in your eyes.
beautiful one-love
Whatever one loves most is beautiful.
love crush fall
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a delicate flame courses beneath my skin, and with my eyes I see nothing, and my ears hum, and a wet sweat bathes me and a trembling seizes me all over.
song sky mars
Builders, raise the ceiling high, Raise the dome into the sky, Hear the wedding song! For the happy groom is near, Tall as Mars, and statelier, Hear the wedding song!
death boon ill
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died.
queens flower rose
Would Jove appoint some flower to reign, in matchless beauty on the plain, the Rose (mankind will all agree). The Rose the queen of flowers should be.
lying moon night
The Moon and Pleiades have set, / Midnight is nigh, / The time is passing, passing, yet / Alone I lie.
lying night moon
The moon is setand the Pleiades; Middle ofthe night, time passes by,I lie alone.
water flow body
I will let my body flow like water over the gentle cushions.
dance moon dancing
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass.