Fragments of Sappho

Translated by Frater Palamedes




The stars around the beautiful moon
hide their glorious shapes
whenever she shines in silver fullness
down upon the Earth

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Like an apple
which ripens in the tree
high amongst the branches.
So high,
forgotten by the pickers.
No, not forgotten
but growing out of reach...

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The most beautiful
thing in the world,
some say,
is the cavalry
on the march, flags high.
Others,
warships or soldiers
who grace the black earth.
But I?
I say my loved one
is most beautiful.