Objectively the best use of “spangled”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/1621146/1-deathless-aphrodite
Objectively the best use of “spangled”
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/1621146/1-deathless-aphrodite
Sappho, figure libre
Sappho est une figure insaisissable : presque aucune source fiable, une œuvre réduite à des fragments, une biographie reconstruite. Chaque époque l'a réécrite à sa façon. Pour les Héritières de Sappho, une aide de jeu pour Verne et Associés 1913, on a choisi délibérément la Sappho de Renée Vivien et de son cercle parisien.https://scriiipt.wordpress.com/2026/05/12/sappho-figure-libre/
"Please Abánthis, your Sappho calls you:
won’t you take your Lydian lyre and play
another song to Góngyla while desire still
flutters your heart-strings
for that girl, that beautiful girl: her dresses’
clinging makes you shake when you see it"
#Sappho 22
If you would like to know more about Sappho, whose name and home on Lesbos became synonymous with women loving women, read on here:
https://eroticmythology.com/artist-spotlight-the-life-and-works-of-sappho/
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Those discords
I don't think
Will reach the sky
-- Sappho badmouthing my Discord server 2500 years ago
If only they had woven me such luck,
Aphrodita crowned with golden leaves,
When my cloth was on the loom.
-- Sappho of Lesbos
Come, then, loose me from cruelties.
Give my tethered heart its full desire.
Fulfill, and, come, lock your shield with mine
Throughout the siege.
-- Sappho of Lesbos
The stars around the beautiful moon
Hide their shining forms
When she is full and shines over the earth
-- Sappho of Lesbos
Today's poem:
[I seek and desire]
- by Sappho
translated from the ancient Greek by Bliss Carman
I seek and desire,
Even as the wind
That travels the plain
And stirs in the bloom
Of the apple-tree.
I wander through life,
With the searching mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover’s door.
Today's poem:
I seek and desire
- by Sappho
translated from the ancient Greek by Bliss Carman
I seek and desire,
Even as the wind
That travels the plain
And stirs in the bloom
Of the apple-tree.
I wander through life,
With the searching mind
That is never at rest,
Till I reach the shade
Of my lover’s door.