Everyone was down and under.
The sun would come too close
To the bodies , in pure dry love .
He sucked a bog high and dry.
They who did not hide in holes
Tasted sun’s love burning pure.
Waters went from the old bog.
Some just croaked as old frogs.
His burning love came in waves
As if it was from his sea of love.
Death would come in its waves.
Words went dry in poet throat.
. . .
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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