Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me, Bittersweet, sly, uncontrollable creature….” — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Then you my goddess with your immortal lips smiling Would ask what now afflicts me, why again I am calling and what… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Once again love drives me on, that loosener of limbs, bittersweet creature against which nothing can be done. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that boy” — Sappho Copy Share Image
With his venom irresistible and bittersweet that loosener of limbs, Love reptile-like strikes me down — Sappho Copy Share Image
When I look on you a moment, then I can speak no more, but my tongue falls silent, and at once a… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Love shook my heart Like the wind on the mountain rushing over the oak trees.” — Sappho Copy Share Image
“In Ancient Greek literature male poets tend not simply to portray women as lecherous but to attribute to them a species of… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Love, like a mountain-wind upon an oak, falling upon me, shakes me leaf and bough. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“]Sardis often turning her thoughts here ] you like a goddess and in your song most of all she rejoiced. But now she is… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“But thou shalt ever lie dead nor shall there be any remembrance of thee then or ever, for thou hast none of the roses… — Sappho Copy Share Image
Raise high the roof beam, carpenters. Like Ares comes the bridegroom, taller far than a tall man. — Sappho Copy Share Image
Death is an ill; 'tis thus the Gods decide: / For had death been a boon, the Gods had died. — Sappho Copy Share Image
Love shook my heart/ Like the wind on the mountain/ Troubling the oak-trees — Sappho Copy Share Image
Dancing up the full moon Round some fair new altar Trample the soft blossoms of fine grass. — Sappho Copy Share Image
“Blest as the immortal gods is he, The youth who fondly sits by thee, And hears and sees thee, all the while, Softly speaks… — Sappho Copy Share Image
You may forget but let me tell you this: someone in some future time will think of us — Sappho Copy Share Image
“I can reveal to you that I wished to die - For with much weeping she left me Saying: "Sappho - what suffering is… — Sappho Copy Share Image
“yet if you had a desire for good or beautiful things and your tongue were not concocting some evil to say shame would not… — Sappho Copy Share Image
