Monday, 12 August 2019

Sappho (translated by Mary Bernard)

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

from At noontime 
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Ambrosia stood
already mixed
in the wine bowl

from Peace reigned in heaven
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The full moon is shining
Girls take their places
as though around an altar

from And their feet move
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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