Poetry of Sappho

she’s not here, and I’d rather see her lovely
step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on
all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and
glittering armor.
[LP 16]
Close beside me now as I pray appearing,
Lady Hera, gracious in all your majesty,
you whom the Atreídai invoked to help them,
glorious princes,
while they were completing their many labors,
first at Ilion, and then on the ocean
sailing for this island: they hadn’t power to
finish their journey
till they called on you, on the god of strangers
Zeus, and on Thyónë’s delightful son:
now I too entreat you, O goddess, help me
as in the old days. [
[LP 17]
Please Abánthis, your Sappho calls you:
won’t you take your Lydian lyre and play
the poetry of sappho 7