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These are adaptations in Ezra Pound's tradition, not exact translations. - mce I The moon is gone, the Pleiades vanished, my youth deserts me. In night's darkest heart, time streams on and yet I sleep alone. II On feather beds, we spent our desire, dancing within each other until no holy place remained untouched. III The Muses instructed me; My honor is their craft. IV We shall enjoy each other, Love; let stillness and sorrow stalk those who disapprove. V No warning! A torrent strikes the stout oak as love strikes my heart. VI Stars hide their faces when the moon's splendor smiles and shines upon the earth. VII Taking the lyre into my hands, my fingers invited it to speak a lover's voice. VII You have set my heart alight. IX I thirst and I burn.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
Nine Adaptations of Fragments By Sappho
These are adaptations in Ezra Pound's tradition, not exact translations. - mce I The moon is gone, the Pleiades vanished, my youth deserts me. In night's darkest heart, time streams on and yet I sleep alone. II On feather beds, we spent our desire, dancing within each other until no holy place remained untouched. III The Muses instructed me; My honor is their craft. IV We shall enjoy each other, Love; let stillness and sorrow stalk those who disapprove. V No warning! A torrent strikes the stout oak as love strikes my heart. VI Stars hide their faces when the moon's splendor smiles and shines upon the earth. VII Taking the lyre into my hands, my fingers invited it to speak a lover's voice. VII You have set my heart alight. IX I thirst and I burn.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 10:57 AM UTC
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