Sappho Poems

Must I remind you, Cleis,
that sounds of grief
are unbecoming in
a poet's household?
...

Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers,
others call a fleet the most beautiful of
sights the dark earth offers, but I say it's what-
ever you love best.
...

Yes, Atthis, you may be sure

Even in Sardis
Anactoria will think often of us
...

I have a daughter,
Claïs fair,
Poised like a golden flower in the air,
Lydian treasures her limbs outshine
...

Set are the Pleiades; the Moon is down
And midnight dark on high.
The hours, the hours, drift by,
...

It is the Muses
who have caused me
to be honred: they
taught me their craft
...

We put the urn aboard ship
with this inscription:

This is the dust of little
...