Sappho Translations V

Sappho Translations V by Michael R. Burch Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equal? I compare you only to goldenhaired Helen among mortal women. Know your love would free me from every care, and keep me awake nightlong beside dewy deltas. Sappho, fragment 78 translation by Michael R. Burch … nor were we without longing together, as flowers long to delight … Sappho, fragment 68a translation by Michael R. Burch Apart from me they became like goddesses in their unrestrained excesses. Guilty Andromedas. Deceitful Megaras. Sappho, fragment 62 translation by Michael R. Burch You lay in wait, beautiful in your garments beneath a sweet-scented laurel tree, then ambushed me! Sappho, fragment 23 translation by Michael R. Burch I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione compares. Who is your equal? I compare you only to goldenhaired Helen among mortal women. Know your love would free me from every care, and keep me awake nightlong beside dewy deltas. Sappho, fragment 62 translation by Michael R. Burch You lay in wait, beautiful in your garments beneath a sweet-scented laurel tree, then ambushed me! Sappho, fragment 100 translation by Michael R. Burch When the bride comes let her train rejoice! Sappho, fragment 81 translation by Michael R. Burch Dica! Do not enter the presence of Goddesses ungarlanded! First weave sprigs of dill with those delicate hands, if you desire their favor, for the Blessed Graces disdain bareheaded girls. Sappho, fragment 104a translation by Michael R. Burch Hesperus, herdsman most blessed!, you herd homeward the wayward guest, herd sheep and goats back home to their rest, herd children to snuggle at their mother's breast. Sappho, fragment 105 translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Like the quince-apple ripening on the highest bough, which the harvesters missed, or forgot—somehow— or perhaps just couldn't reach, until now. Like a mountain hyacinth rarely found, which shepherds' feet trampled into the ground, leaving purple stains on an unmourned mound. Sappho, fragments 156 translation by Michael R. Burch 1. Your voice— a sweeter liar than the lyre, more dearly bought and sold, than gold. Keywords/Tags: Sappho, love, women, bride, wedding, mother, children, beautiful, flowers, gold, longing