Poetry
Quotes
Fragment 2, Come Here to Me from Crete
Come here to me from Crete, to your holy temple, Where your lovely grove of apple stands, Where the altars smoke with frankincense; Here cold water sounds through apple branches, The ground is all carpeted with roses, Enchanted sleep falls from shimmering leaves; Here the horse-grazed field Is lush with spring flowers And the winds sweetly blow.... Here, Cyprian goddess, you grasp The golden cup so gracefully, Pouring like wine the nectar All-mixed with our rejoicing. Poem by Sappho Translated by Peter Saint-Andre
Sappho Poems
Hymn to Aphrodite - Fragment 1The Moon
Ode to a Loved One - Fragment 31





