Monday, 12 August 2019

Sappho (translated by Mary Bernard)

the cricket sets
up a high-pitched
singing in his wings

from At noontime 
Ambrosia stood
already mixed
in the wine bowl

from Peace reigned in heaven

The full moon is shining
Girls take their places
as though around an altar

from And their feet move

Stars near the lovely
moon cover their own
bright faces

from Awed by her splendour 

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early evening in the Friend's graveyard short shadows