Sappho / fragment 16 Some say that the most beautiful thing on this dark earth is a host of horsemen, others that it is an army of foot-soldiers, and others that it is a fleet of ships; But, I say it is what you love.
Sweet Apple (B93 &B94) I ...You’re Just like the sweet apple reddening at the highest branch and missed by the apple pickers - No, They did not miss you! They just couldn’t reach so high. II And, You’re just like the mountain Hyacinth, trodden by the shepherds next to the purple blossoms -- Sappho
YOUR BODY IS ALL GRACE YOUR EYES.....HONEY, THE LOVE FLOWS INTO YOUR LONGED-FOR FACE.
Sappho (6th Century B.C.) I live here miserable and broken with desire, Pierced through, to the bones, By bitterness of this god given painful love. O friends, this passion makes my limbs limp And tramples over me.