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Sappho
Sappho to her Pupils

You slight the Muses, children, when you say:
"We'll crown Sappho for her sweet voice today."

Do you not see that Time my face has lined,
and snowy hairs among the black entwined?

I outstripped in the dance, as though on winfs,
the fawns, those nimblest of all living things?

But thus it is. What can I do, my dears?
Even the gods cannot turn back the years.

As rosy Dawn is tracked by starry Night,
so Age does ever darken all delight;

And Death would not return to me my life,
who gave not back to Orpheus his sweet wife.

But, children, hear me; even now I long
for gracious living, beauty, joy and song;

I have no wish to die before I need,
or quit this world until it is decreed.

It is enough for me that on this shore
I hold your love — I seek for nothing more.

(from "Sweet -voiced Sappho. Poems of Sappho and other Ancient Greek Authors translated into English Verse by Theodore Stephanides", 2015)

@темы: s, antiquity, theodore stephanides, helenike, 6 BC, sappho