Sappho

(c. 600 BCE / Greece)

Sappho Poems

1. Ode To Aphrodite 12/23/2014
2. To Anactoria, Who Has Forsaken A Once-Loved Girlfriend Of Sappho 3/31/2010
3. The Death Of Adonis 3/31/2010
4. To Atthis The Inconstant 3/31/2010
5. Yea, Thou Shalt Die 3/31/2010
6. To A Rich Vulgarian 3/31/2010
7. Wedding Song 3/31/2010
8. To A Bride 3/31/2010
9. The Fisherman's Tomb 3/31/2010
10. To A Youth Who Wooed A Woman Older Than Himself 3/31/2010
11. The Dust Of Timas 3/31/2010
12. Ode To Anactoria 3/31/2010
13. To One False In Love 3/31/2010
14. Mother, I Cannot Mind My Wheel 3/31/2010
15. Dica 3/31/2010
16. The Silver Moon 3/31/2010
17. On The Tomb Of A Priestess Of Artemis 3/31/2010
18. The Torments Of Love 3/31/2010
19. Maidens Dancing In Moonlight 3/31/2010
20. Claïs 3/31/2010
21. Evening 3/31/2010
22. Orchard Song 3/31/2010
23. Youth And Age 3/31/2010
24. My Garden 3/31/2010
25. An Epithalamium 3/31/2010
26. Thy Form Is Lovely 3/31/2010
27. To A Girl In A Garden 3/31/2010
28. Sappho To Her Girlfriends 3/31/2010
29. Like The Sweet Apple 3/31/2010
30. Moonlight 3/31/2010
31. Hesperus The Bringer 3/31/2010
32. Grace 3/31/2010
33. To Evening 1/1/2004
34. Loneliness 3/31/2010
35. Must I Remind You, Clesis, 1/1/2004
36. To Any Army Wife 12/31/2002
37. The Arbor 3/31/2010
38. Standing By My Bed 12/31/2002
39. We Put The Urn Abord Ship 12/31/2002
40. One Girl 3/31/2010
Best Poem of Sappho

On What Is Best

Some celebrate the beauty
of knights, or infantry,
or billowing flotillas
at battle on the sea.
Warfare has its glory,
but I place far above
these military splendors
the one thing that you love.

For proof of this contention
examine history:
we all remember Helen,
who left her family,
her child, and royal husband,
to take a stranger's hand:
her beauty had no equal,
but bowed to love's command.

As love then is the power
that none can disobey,
so too my thoughts must follow
my darling far away:...

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Hymn To Aphrodite

Throned in splendor, immortal Aphrodite!
Child of Zeus, Enchantress, I implore thee
Slay me not in this distress and anguish,
Lady of beauty.

Hither come as once before thou camest,
When from afar thou heard'st my voice lamenting,
Heard'st and camest, leaving thy glorious father's Palace golden,

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