dancing to the silence of the night
we sway like a bed of roses in the wind
The cherry season
Is the time for love.
I wouldn't give you up, my child,
For four hundred thousand.
You have such lovely
Eyebrows and wrists-
And those wonderful hands of yours.
I have to say it,
No
I have to shout it in the public squares
That now at the coffeehouse
Of this little Anatolian town
Where roses smolder in whirls
The cherry season
Is the time for love.
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'in all honesty, i want to die.'
leaving for good after a good long cry,
she said: 'we both have suffered terribly,
but, sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.'
i said: 'go with my blessing if you go
always remembering what we did. to me
you have meant everything, as you well know.
'yet, lest it slip your mind, i shall review
everything we have shared - the good times, too:
'you culled violets and roses, bloom and stem,
often in spring and i looked on as you
wove a bouquet into a diadem.
'time and again we plucked lush flowers, wed
spray after spray in strands and fastened them
around your soft neck; you perfumed your head
'of glossy curls with myrrh - lavish infusions
in queenly quantities - then on a bed
prepared with fleecy sheets and yielding cushions,
'sated your craving...'
In all honesty, I want to die.’
Leaving for good after a good long cry,
She said: ‘We both have suffered terribly,
But, Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.’
I said: ‘Go with my blessing if you go
Always remembering what we did. To me
You have meant everything, as you well know.
‘Yet, lest it slip your mind, I shall review
Everything we have shared – the good times, too:
‘You culled violets and roses, bloom and stem,
Often in spring and I looked on as you
Wove a bouquet into a diadem.
‘Time and again we plucked lush flowers, wed
Spray after spray in strands and fastened them
Around your soft neck; you perfumed your head
‘Of glossy curls with myrrh – lavish infusions
In queenly quantities – then on a bed
Prepared with fleecy sheets and yielding cushions,
‘Sated your craving …'
Sappho
Time is jealous of you and wars against your lilies and your roses.
