In case you haven't figured out already, with my current schedule I'm afraid I won't be able to update this blog as often as I originally intended. I'm going to try my best to post at least once a month for the time being and hopefully when my schedule lightens up a bit, I can start posting again more frequently.
Until next time, here are a few selected poems from this particular edition of Sappho's poems, which is believed to be the last book Liliane was seen reading the weekend before she left...
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the lamb, the kid, the child to its mother."
~*fairest of stars*~
"He who is beautiful is beautiful only when seen,
But he who is good will be beautiful at once."
"Like the sweet apple reddening on the topmost branch,
the topmost apple on the tip of the branch,
and the pickers forgot it,
well, no, they didn't forget it, they just couldn't reach it.
Like the hyacinth in the hills the shepherds
trample, and on the ground the purple blooms
hide their brilliant forms
when she bathes the world
in silver light."
"I do not expect my fingers
to graze the sky"
" down from the mountain top
and out of Crete,
come to me here
in your sacred precinct, to your grove
of apple trees,
and your altars
smoking with incense,
where cold water flows babbling
through the branches,
the whole place
shadowed with roses,
sleep adrift down
from silvery leaves
an enchantment
horses grazing in a meadow
abloom with spring flowers
and where the breezes blow sweetly,
here, Cypris,
delicately in golden cups
pour nectar
mixed for our festivities. "
"Spring's herald, the sweet-voiced nightingale"
"I talked with you in a dream, Aphrodite."
"Towards you, lovely ones, my thoughts
never change"
