Thursday, November 12, 2009

Poem of the Day - by Sappho


O dream on your black wings
you come when I am sleeping.

Sweet is the god but still I am
in agony and far from my strength.

For I had hope (none now) to share
something of the blessed gods,

nor was I so foolish
as to scorn pleasant toys.

Now may I have
all these things

*Translation by Willis Barnstone*

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