The gold of it rises from pure sunrise
Of the balcony’s shadows yet to form,
Birds forming to wake sleeping home.
When they do they are vague vain v’s
Painted in a gold of dawn’s new sky.
Just juxtapose yellow leaf with paper,
The paper of a pink flower trembling
In deep awe before a passing breeze.
You have this pink plus yellow frame
Without its native hues of resolution.
Sappho, spelled (in the dialect spoken by the poet) Psappho, (born c. 610, Lesbos, Greece — died c. 570 BCE). A lyric poet greatly admired in all ages for the beauty of her writing style.
Her language contains elements from Aeolic vernacular and poetic tradition, with traces of epic vocabulary familiar to readers of Homer. She has the ability to judge critically her own ecstasies and grief, and her emotions lose nothing of their force by being recollected in tranquillity.
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