Long Menelaus Poems

Sappho Translations III by Michael R. Burch


Bed the bride with the beautiful feet,
or bring her to me!
—Sappho, fragment 103b, translation by Michael R. Burch

I long helplessly for love. Gazing into your eyes not even Hermione...

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Sappho Translations XII by Michael R. Burch

In the following short translations the fragment numbers are mostly Lobel-Page. All translations are by Michael R. Burch and should be so credited if they are used in any...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when  finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for...

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True love never dies it’s black and white in books
Love is not love that alters when finds alteration
Love stories are fantasies giving joy to the world
Ideal love is an object set for lovers, for example
Lust...

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Homer in his prime knew what was divine he sets out to woo the earth but his ambition was crumbed in the dirt, the Trojan War is an epic of past, love, power, hate, marriage,...

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Eyes, in such a way, that some strange virture, some everlasting release
Was imparted to he. A strange bargain indeed; to resist the gods and to please
Satan in his rebellioin from all that was natural, yet...

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"Hear your fate, O high-dwellers of the airy, wide open            
Spaces and fertile plain, your rugged and enclosed      ...

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For a Woman’s Love 

When you chose to walk away from me, 
swaying those seductive hips, 
hand in hand with my ‘trusted ally’, 
you took with you something 
more precious than pleasure. 

When you chose...

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How do I love thee?
Let me count the ways.
I love thee like the ice-cubed world that has been dropped in Vodka,
splashing Pink Nuvo
Freezing the sands of time,
The Northern sky with the color of sunsets. 
I...

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Offspring of the rib
Soft enticement of the flesh ---
Woman beauty draped

Mother rebelling
Children to sag on the breast
Eve pining at God

Mother submitting
Heaven's pleasure in the skin
Mary, bringing the Christ

Magdalene, my thirst
For caress of oil and love
Open...

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King Menelaus' Song  aka ( Helen's husband )

A Trojan boy, he stole my love
And I know where he’s hidin’
But all I have’s a thousand ships
I need your help Poseidon

I dare not tell a single...

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Am not an aesthetic
poet.
I've no apollos
laurel in ode.
Too fragile is my
tongue to tell your
face;
For your look I dare
to speak.

Play me that
Amphion's harp
That in your mouth
dwells
For your sake I
shall be paris
For the Helen's face
you wear
I shall...

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China has two martial arts-styled Mantis,
--just a form. A Morphinae enchants us,
a mammoth butterfly, a pearlescent
spirited blue, bewitching, heaven-sent.
Menelaus blue morpho's induced hues
are by the wing's backs wee mirrors that cues
acquaintances of its presence. Aura
is...

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