I Will Never Find Again Honey or the Honey Bee Sappho

Sappho

Selected Poems and Fragments

The Greek Poet Sappho and the Girl from Mytilene

'The Greek Poet Sappho and the Girl from Mytilene'
Nicolai Abildgaard (Danish, 1743 - 1809) - The Statens Museum for Kunst

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'Glittering-Minded deathless Aphrodite'
'Exist here, by me'
'Come to me here from Crete'
'The stars around the beautiful moon'
'He is dying, Cytherea, your tender Adonis,'
'Some say horsemen, some say warriors'
'Stand up upwardly and look at me, confront to confront'
'Beloved shook my heart'
'He's equal with the Gods, that man'
'But you, O Dika, wreathe lovely garlands in your hair,'
Fragments, on Love and Desire
Fragments, on the Muses
'I have a daughter, gilt'
'Hesperus, y'all bring back again'
'Girls, you exist ardent for the fragrant-blossomed'
'The Moon is down'

'Glittering-Minded deathless Aphrodite'

Glittering-Minded deathless Aphrodite,

I beg you, Zeus's daughter, weaver of snares,

Don't shatter my heart with fierce

Hurting, goddess,

But come now, if ever before

Y'all heard my voice, far off, and listened,

And left your father's gilt house,

And came,

Yoking your chariot. Lovely the swift

Sparrows that brought you lot over blackness globe

A whirring of wings through mid-air

Down the sky.

They came. And y'all, sacred i,

Smiling with deathless face, request

What now, while I suffer: why at present

I weep out to you lot, again:

What now I desire above all in my

Mad heart. 'Whom at present, shall I persuade

To admit you again to her honey,

Sappho, who wrongs you at present?

If she runs now she'll follow subsequently,

If she refuses gifts she'll give them.

If she loves not, now, she'll presently

Honey confronting her will.'

Come to me at present, and then, gratuitous me

From aching care, and win me

All my heart longs to win. You,

Be my friend.

'Exist here, by me'

Be here, past me,

Lady Hera, I pray

Who answered the Atreides,

Glorious kings.

They gained great things

At that place, and at ocean,

And came towards Lesbos,

Their home path barred

Till they called to y'all, to Zeus

Of suppliants, to Dionysus, Thyone's

Lovely child: be kind at present,

Help me, as you lot helped them…

'Come to me hither from Crete'

Come up to me hither from Crete,

To this holy temple, where

Your lovely apple grove stands,

And your altars that flicker

With incense.

And below the apple branches, cold

Clear water sounds, everything adumbral

By roses, and sleep that falls from

Bright shaking leaves.

And a pasture for horses blossoms

With the flowers of leap, and breezes

Are flowing here like honey:

Come to me here,

Here, Cyprian, delicately taking

Nectar in golden cups

Mixed with a festive joy,

And pour.

'The stars around the beautiful moon'

The stars around the beautiful moon

Hiding their glittering forms

Whenever she shines full on earth…

Silver…

'He is dying, Cytherea, your tender Adonis,'

He is dying, Cytherea, your tender Adonis,

What should we do?

Beat your breasts, girls, tear your tunics…

'Some say horsemen, some say warriors'

Some say horsemen, some say warriors,

Some say a fleet of ships is the loveliest

Vision in this dark world, but I say information technology'due south

What you love.

It's easy to brand this clear to anybody,

Since Helen, she who outshone

All others in beauty, left

A fine husband,

And headed for Troy

Without a thought for

Her daughter, her dearest parents…

Led astray…

And I call back Anaktoria, whose sweet stride

Or that flicker of light on her face,

I'd rather encounter than Lydian chariots

Or the armed ranks of the hoplites.

'Stand up upwardly and look at me, face to face'

Stand upward and look at me, face to confront

My friend,

Unloose the beauty of your eyes……

'Love shook my middle'

Love shook my center,

Like the wind on the mount

Troubling the oak-trees.

'He'southward equal with the Gods, that man'

He'due south equal with the Gods, that man

Who sits across from you,

Face to face, close enough, to sip

Your vocalisation's sweetness,

And what excites my heed,

Your laughter, glittering. So,

When I see you, for a moment,

My voice goes,

My tongue freezes. Fire,

Delicate fire, in the mankind.

Blind, stunned, the sound

Of thunder, in my ears.

Shivering with sweat, cold

Tremors over the skin,

I turn the colour of dead grass,

And I'm an inch from dying.

'Simply you, O Dika, wreathe lovely garlands in your hair,'

Simply y'all, O Dika, wreathe lovely garlands in your hair,

Weave shoots of dill together, with slender hands,

For the Graces adopt those who are wearing flowers,

And turn abroad from those who get uncrowned.

Fragments, on Love and Desire

I

…Y'all fire me…

II

Remembering those things

Nosotros did in our youth…

…Many, cute things…

Three

…Again and once more…because those

I care for best, do me

Most impairment…

4

You lot came, and I was mad for y'all

And you cooled my heed that burned with longing…

V

In one case long ago I loved you, Atthis,

A little graceless kid you seemed to me

VI

Nightingale, herald of leap

With a voice of longing…

VII

Eros, again now, the loosener of limbs troubles me,

Bloodshot, sly, uncontrollable brute…

Viii

………just you have forgotten me…

9

You and my servant Eros…

X

Like the sweet-apple tree reddening loftier on the co-operative,

High on the highest, the apple tree-pickers forgot,

Or not forgotten, but one they couldn't accomplish…

Eleven

Neither for me the beloved

Nor the honeybee…

XII

Come from heaven, wrapped in a regal cloak…

Xiii

Of all the stars, the loveliest…

XIV

I spoke to you, Aphrodite, in a dream…

Xv

Withal I am non i who takes joy in wounding,

Mine is a repose heed…

Xvi

Like the mountain hyacinth, the imperial flower

That shepherds trample to the basis…

XVII

Honey mother, I cannot work the loom

Filled, by Aphrodite, with dear for a slender boy…

Fragments, on the Muses

I

And when you are gone there will exist no memory

Of you and no regret. For you do not share

The Pierian roses, but unseen in the house of Hades

You will stray, breathed out, among the ghostly dead.

II

The Muses have filled my life

With delight.

And when I dice I shall not be forgotten.

3

And I say to you someone will remember us

In time to come…

Four

Here now the delicate Graces

And the Muses with cute pilus…

V

It's not right, lament in the Muses' house…

…that for the states is non plumbing equipment…

VI

Hither now, again, Muses, leaving the gilded…

Seven

Surpassing, like the vocalist of Lesbos, those elsewhere…

'I have a daughter, golden'

I have a daughter, golden,

Beautiful, similar a flower -

Kleis, my love -

And I would not substitution her for

All the riches of Lydia……

'Hesperus, you bring back once more'

Hesperus, yous bring dorsum over again

What the dawn light scatters,

Bringing the sheep: bringing the child:

Bringing the trivial child dorsum to its female parent.

'Girls, you be agog for the fragrant-blossomed'

Girls, you be ardent for the fragrant-blossomed

Muses' lovely gifts, for the clear melodious lyre:

Only at present old age has seized my tender trunk,

Now my hair is white, and no longer dark.

My heart'southward heavy, my legs won't support me,

That once were fleet as fawns, in the dance.

I grieve often for my land; what can I do?

Being human, there's no manner not to grow old.

Rosy-armed Dawn, they say, beloved-smitten,

Once carried Tithonus off to the globe's terminate:

Handsome and young he was then, yet at terminal

Gray age caught that spouse of an immortal wife.

'The Moon is down'

The Moon is downwards,

The Pleiades. Midnight,

The hours flow on,

I lie, solitary.

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