Feeling nostalgic tonight, caught up in decisions and planning. Digging through files, trying to clear up some memory, I came across this poem, written in my college days. My inspiration was less Sappho's work, and more that only fragments of her work remain. And so, fragmented:
--an idea, a feeling.
two thousand years of desire, need.
still blossoming, honey-sweet,
heavy on the tongue,
flowing through the heart.
A diffused glow,
alabaster skin glows golden rose--
Love’s flavor a dream
filling the mouth:
taste of it on lips weary with regret--
savoring the ideal.