Sappho: a Poem



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.

Love.

Sappho’s words,
two thousand years of desire, need.

Love,
still blossoming, honey-sweet,
heavy on the tongue,
flowing through the heart.

A diffused glow,
alabaster skin glows golden rose--
 
release, fulfillment.

Love’s flavor a dream
filling the mouth:

taste of it on lips weary with regret-- 

savoring the ideal.

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