That is when ears become dumb
Turning on soul’s inner working.
We wait for brief evening shout
When we hear again in treetops.
Faces are lighted only to darken
As a night encroaches on minds.
Old Rilke’s light goes on to shout
Beyond treetops,after darkness.
(remembering Rilke’s “the light shouts...)
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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