Sappho Poems

With his venom
irresistible
and bittersweet

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We know this much
Death is an evil;
we have the gods'
word for it; they too
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In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who
sits there facing you--any man whatever--
listening from closeby to the sweetness of your
voice as you talk, the
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I have had not one word from her

Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
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Although they are
only breath, words
which I command
are immortal
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You know the place: then
Leave Crete and come to us
waiting where the grove is
pleasantest, by precincts
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Of course I love you
but if you love me,
marry a young woman!

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Before they were mothers
Leto and Niobe
had been the most
devoted of friends
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Must I remind you, Cleis,
that sounds of grief
are unbecoming in
a poet's household?
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