Sappho Poems

Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
...

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes-
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you - he
...

It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
...

Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
...

O Venus, beauty of the skies,
To whom a thousand temples rise,
Gaily false in gentle smiles,
...

You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
...

Blest as the immortal gods is he,
The youth whose eyes may look on thee,
Whose ears thy tongue's sweet melody
...

And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
...