Sunday, November 27, 2022

Poetry of Sappho

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

If Not, Winter: 
Fragments of Sappho 

"Eros, that slackener of limbs, twirls me again---
bittersweet, untamable, crawling thing.

but you, Atthis, hate the thought of me,
and go flying off to Andromeda"

The poetry of Sappho is incomparably erotic and undeniably beautiful even in small fragments.


Kathy's Corner said...

So true and in Sappho's case the fragments are so beautiful that the reader can read her and imagine and be moved and take it from there. It's like a half finished novel, if it's brilliantly written it's a work of art even if we don't have the second half.

James said...

Thanks for your observation - the feeling of beauty in her work is palpable.