Poems by Sappho
Like The Sweet Apple
... Like the sweet apple that reddens ...
Sappho To Her Girlfriends
... As though thou wert of all earth's daughters queen! ...
Dica
... She waits, but round whose locks no flowers shine ...
Yes, Atthis, you may be sure
... she wanders aimlessly, thinking of gentle ...
Thy Form Is Lovely
... Thy form is lovely and thine eyes are honeyed, ...
Sounds of grief
... Must I remind you, Cleis, ...
No Word
... no woodlot bloomed in spring without song&hellip ...
The Dust Of Timas
... and they say That almost on her wedding day ...
To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho
... Hear the proof, which lightly, I wot, convinces: ...
Sleep, darling
... a girl whose hair is yellower than ...
Wedding Song
... Hymenæus! Than men who must die ...
Moonlight
... And spreads the seas with silvery light ...
Love
... Weary with longing for the boy that still ...
To A Rich Vulgarian
... Thou fool that thou shouldst plume thyself ...
Prayer to Our Lady of Paphos
... and if she won't love you -- she soon will ...
