If you be friend, stand facing me
And spread the grace within your eyes.
In my season, garlands I would weave
Of love for you. Come holy lyre.
Accompany me.
And thus did Sappho sing.
And she the first to bare her soul
In genuine poetry.
Some now in scraps, a line or two
Which scholars still deciper,
But her soprano resonates
As a catalyst for literature.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What beautiful writing here Tom...and a lovely read.....it flows with grace as you read along.....nicely done.
Thanks Annette. Sappho's poems are very inspirational. Sometimes I write in a stanza form named after her. It's very hard to do in English, as our beat tends to be on the second syllable, whereas in Greek it's quite often on the first syllable.