Sappho--Translated by Mary Barnard, 1958

21
Cyprian, in my dream

The folds of a purple
kerchief shadowed
your cheeks--the one

Timas one time sent,
a timid gift, all
the way from Phocaea

53
With his venom

Irresistible
and bittersweet

that loosener
of limbs, Love

reptile-like
strikes me down

84
If you are squeamish

Don't prod the
beach rubble


(c)1958, by The Regents of the University of California

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