Ancient Greek poetry from Sappho this week. She reminds me a bit of Emily Dickinson. Sappho mentions Greek gods and goddesses often in her poetry, so when she refers to "Dawn," she imagines someone like this:
From Sappho: A New Translation, by Mary Barnard, 1958
Standing by my bed
In gold sandals
Dawn that very
moment awoke me
~~~~~~~~
It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
You may
blame Aphrodite
soft as she is
she has almost
killed me with
love for that boy
~~~~~~~~
Without warning
As a whirlwind
swoops on an oak
Love shakes my heart
~~~~~~~~
It is clear now:
Neither honey nor
the honey bee is
to be mine again
~~~~~~~~
With his venom
Irresistible
and bittersweet
that loosener
of limbs, Love
reptile-like
strikes me down
~~~~~~~~~
We know this much
Death is an evil;
we have the gods'
words for it; they too
would die if death
were a good thing
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