One Girl Poem by Sappho

One Girl

Rating: 3.0


I

Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough,
A-top on the topmost twig--which the pluckers forgot, somehow--
Forget it not, nay, but got it not, for none could get it till now.

II

Like the wild hyacinth flower which on the hills is found,
Which the passing feet of the shepherds for ever tear and wound,
Until the purple blossom is trodden in the ground.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Fabrizio Frosini 27 March 2016

In ITALIAN: '' Come la mela dolce rosseggia sull'alto del ramo, alta sul ramo più alto: la scordarono i coglitori. No, certo non la scordarono: non poterono raggiungerla. ''

15 0 Reply
Fabrizio Frosini 27 March 2016

'' ???? t? ?????µa??? ??e??eta? ???? ?p’ ?sd? ????? ?p’ ????t?t? ?e?????t? d? µa??d??p?e?? ?? µ?? ???e?????t’, ???’ ??? ?d??a?t’ ?p??es?a? '' Sapf? Sappho, Fragment 105a

15 0 Reply
* Sunprincess * 05 September 2015

.............lovely verses with exquisite imagery ?

0 0 Reply
READ THIS POEM IN OTHER LANGUAGES
Close
Error Success