Sappho
Greek lyric poet
Sayings by Sappho
Truly, I wish I were dead. She was weeping when she left me, and said many things to me, and said this: 'How much we have suffered, Sappho. Truly, I don't want to leave you.'
Someone, I tell you, in another time will remember us.
I have no complaint... prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead, I won't be forgotten.
You burn me.
I don't know what to do: I am of two minds.
Raise high the roof beam, carpenters!
Sweet mother, I cannot weave – slender Aphrodite has overcome me with longing for a girl.
Be kind to me, Gongyla, I ask you...
I would rather see her lovely step and the radiant sparkle of her face than all the chariots of Lydia.
Like the sweet apple which reddens upon the topmost bough, at the very topmost top – the apple-gatherers have forgotten it – no, not forgotten it, but they could not reach it.
I would not trade my love for all of Lydia.
Once again Love drives me on, that loosener of limbs.