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I took my lyre and said
I took my lyre and said I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument
He is more than a hero
He is more than a hero He is more than a hero he is a god in my eyes-- the man who is allowed to sit beside you -- he who listens intimately to the sweet murmur of your voice, t…
I have no complaint
I have no complaint I have no complaint prosperity that the golden Muses gave me was no delusion: dead, I won't be forgotten
Cyprian, in my dream
Cyprian, in my dream Cyprian, in my dream the folds of a purple kerchief shadowed your cheeks --- the one Timas one time sent, a timid gift, all the way from Phocaea Sappho tr.…
Blame Aphrodite
Blame Aphrodite It's no use Mother dear, I can't finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me with love for that boy Sappho tr. Barnard
Awed by her splendor
Awed by her splendor Awed by her splendor stars near the lovely moon cover their own bright faces when she is roundest and lights earth with her silver
Anactoria
Anactoria Yes, Atthis, you may be sure Even in Sardis Anactoria will think often of us of the life we shared here, when you seemed the Goddess incarnate to her and your singing…
Although they are
Although they are Although they are only breath, words which I command are immortal
Way That Lovers Use, The
Way That Lovers Use, The The way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, -- So I have heard. They queerly find…
Wagner
Wagner Creeps in half wanton, half asleep, One with a fat wide hairless face. He likes love-music that is cheap; Likes women in a crowded place; And wants to hear the noise they…
Vision Of The Archangels, The
Vision Of The Archangels, The Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with quiet even steps, and gre…
V. The Soldier
V. The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust conc…
Treasure, The
Treasure, The When colour goes home into the eyes, And lights that shine are shut again With dancing girls and sweet birds' cries Behind the gateways of the brain; And that no-p…
Tiare Tahiti
Tiare Tahiti Mamua, when our laughter ends, And hearts and bodies, brown as white, Are dust about the doors of friends, Or scent ablowing down the night, Then, oh! then, the wis…
There's Wisdom In Women
There's Wisdom In Women "Oh love is fair, and love is rare;" my dear one she said, "But love goes lightly over." I bowed her foolish head, And kissed her hair and laughed at her…
The Vision of the Archangels
The Vision of the Archangels Slowly up silent peaks, the white edge of the world, Trod four archangels, clear against the unheeding sky, Bearing, with quiet even steps, and grea…
The Way That Lovers Use
The Way That Lovers Use The Way that lovers use is this; They bow, catch hands, with never a word, And their lips meet, and they do kiss, —So I have heard. They queerly find som…
The Soldier
The Soldier If I should die, think only this of me: That there's some corner of a foreign field That is for ever England. There shall be In that rich earth a richer dust conceal…
The Song of the Pilgrims
The Song of the Pilgrims (Halted around the fire by night, after moon-set, they sing this beneath the trees.) What light of unremembered skies Hast thou relumed within our eyes,…
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester
The Old Vicarage, Grantchester Just now the lilac is in bloom, All before my little room; And in my flower-beds, I think, Smile the carnation and the pink; And down the borders,…
The Night Journey
The Night Journey Hands and lit faces eddy to a line; The dazed last minutes click; the clamour dies. Beyond the great-swung arc o’ the roof, divine, Night, smoky-scarv’d, with…
The Life Beyond
The Life Beyond He wakes, who never thought to wake again, Who held the end was Death. He opens eyes Slowly, to one long livid oozing plain Closed down by the strange eyeless he…
The Hill
The Hill Breathless, we flung us on the windy hill, Laughed in the sun, and kissed the lovely grass. You said, “Through glory and ecstasy we pass; Wind, sun, and earth remain, t…
The Fish
The Fish In a cool curving world he lies And ripples with dark ecstasies. The kind luxurious lapse and steal Shapes all his universe to feel And know and be; the clinging stream…