Poems of Sappho(Unicode) · Sacred TextsUnicodeTitle PageIntroduction1: Hymn to Aphrodite2: That one seems to me the equal of the gods...3: Some say that the fairest thing upon the dark earth is a host of horsemen...4: The stars about the full moon...5: And by the cool stream the breeze murmurs...6: Come, goddess of Cyprus...7: If thee, Cyprus or Paphos or Panormos...8: But for thee I will bring to the altar...9: May I win this prize...10: Who made me gifts...11: This will I now sing...12: For thee to whom I do good...13: But that which one desires I14: To you, fair maidens...15: And this I feel myself.16: But the spirit within them turned chill...17: From my distress...18: Just now the golden-sandalled Dawn19: A broidered strap...20: Shot with innumerable hues.21: Thou forgettest me.22: Or lovest another...23: You are nought to me.24: I yearn and I seek.25: When anger spreads...26: Hadst thou wished for things good or noble...27: Face me, my dear one28: And golden pulse grew along the shores.29: Lato and Niobe were most dear friends.30: I think men will remember us even hereafter.31: I loved thee Atthis...32: To me thou didst seem a small and ungraceful child.Foolish woman...34: I know not what to do...35: With my two arms...36: So, like a child after its mother, I flutter.37: The messager of spring, the sweet voiced nighingale.38: Now Love, the ineluctable...39: But to thee, Athis...40: Now Eros shakes my soul...41: When all night long sleep holds them.42: Come, O divine shell43: And delicately woven garlands round tender neck.44: More fond of children than Gello.45: Very weary of Gorgo.46: But upon a soft cushion I dispose my limbs47: And there the bowl of ambrosia was mixed48: The moon has set...49: The moon rose full...50: Thus sometimes, the Cretan women, tender footed...51: Then lightly, in an enfolding garment I sprang.52: They say that Leda...53: And dark-eyed Sleep, child of Night.54: The handmaiden of Aphrodite, shining like gold.55: Andromeda has a fair reward.56: Sappho, why [celebrate or worship] most happy Aphrodite?57: Come now gentle Graces, and fair-haired Muses.58: A sweet-voiced maiden.59: Gentle Adonis is dying, O Cythera, what shall we do?...60: O for Adonis.61: Coming from heaven...62: Come rosy-armed Graces, virgin daughters of Zeus.63: But Ares said he would forcibly drag Hephaestus.64: Innumerable drinking cups thou drainest.65: But thou shalt ever lie dead...66: No maiden, I think, more wise than thou...67: What rustic girl bewitches thee...68: Hero of Gyara, that swift runner, I taught.69: I am not of a malign nature...70: Then sweet maidens wove garlands.71: Thou and my servant, Eros.72: For if thou lovest us...73: More shapely is Mnasidica, than gentle Gyrinno.74: One more scornful than thee, O Eranna, I have never found.75: Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair...76: I love refinement...77: And down I set the cushion.78: Wealth without thee...79: And thou thyself, Calliope.80: Sleep thou, in the bosom of thy sweetheart.81: Hither now, ye Muses...82: I have a fair daughter...83: From all joy to me...84: In my dream, I spoke to the Cyprian goddess.85: Why lovely swallow...86: She wrapped herself well in gossamer garments.87: My sweet mother! Fair Aphrodite's spell...88: Raise high the roof beams, Workmen!...89: Towering like the singer of Lesbos among men of other lands.90: As the sweet apple blushes on the end of the bough...91: O'er the hills the heedless shepherd,...92: Hail, gentle Evening, that bringst back...93: Ever shall I be a maid.94: We will give, says the father.95: To the door-keeper, feet seven fathoms long...96: Happy bridegroom!...97: And a sweet expression spreads over her fair face.98: He who is fair to look upon is good...99: Do I still long for maidenhood?100: The bride comes rejoicing...101: To what may I liken thee, dear bridegroom?...102: Hail bride...103: For, like her, O bridegroom, there was no other maiden.104: Maidenhood, maidenhood, whither art thou gone from me?...105: To himself he seems...106: ...much whiter than an egg107: Neither honey nor bee for me.108: Stir not the pebbles.109: Thou burnest us.110: A napkin dripping.111: Him she called her son.112: Maidens, although I am dumb, yet thus I speak...113: This is the dust of Timas...114: A most tender maiden gathering flowers.115: Than the lyre, far sweeter in tone, than gold, more golden.116: fragment: fiction weaving117: the brightness...not destroying the sight118: With rosy cheeks...119: Pausanias on Sappho120: Himerius on Sappho121: Persuasion122: Athenaeus on SapphoAdditional Fragments