Popular Poetry

I have mentiond her in high esteem before and felt it only fair to show a segement of her work. As i have mentioned before her provacative work was almost liquidated by popes and various leaders, but her impact was so immense that it traveld the globe and was impossible to destroy. There are only peices and fragments left to translate, but recently a 12 lyric poem of hers was found in a egyptian tomb and was almost complete, close to 12 lyrics long.

Ode to a Loved One
By Sappho

BLEST as the immortal gods is she,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.

'Twas this deprived my soul of rest,
And raised such tumults in my breast;
For, while I gazed, in transport tossed,
My breath was gone, my voice was lost;

My bosom glowed; the subtle flame
Ran quick through all my vital frame;
O'er my dim eyes a darkness hung;
My ears with hollow murmurs rung;

In dewy damps my limbs were chilled;
My blood with gentle horrors thrilled:
My feeble pulse forgot to play;
I fainted, sunk, and died away.