Sappho Poems

Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughterf God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

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Without warning
as a whirlwind
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Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughter of God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

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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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I took my lyre and said:
Come now, my heavenly
tortoise shell: become
a speaking instrument
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Tonight I've watched
the moon and then
the Pleiades
go down
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Sleep, darling
I have a small
daughter called
Cleis, who is
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F Zeus chose us a King of the flowers in his mirth,
He would call to the rose, and would royally crown it;
For the rose, ho, the rose! is the grace of the earth,
Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it!
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