Sappho Poems

He is more than a hero
he is a god in my eyes--
the man who is allowed
to sit beside you -- he
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Some celebrate the beauty
of knights, or infantry,
or billowing flotillas
at battle on the sea.
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Awed by her splendor
stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces
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It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
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Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
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You may forget but
let me tell you
this: someone in
some future time
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O Venus, beauty of the skies,
To whom a thousand temples rise,
Gaily false in gentle smiles,
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And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
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