Nine Adaptations of Fragments By Sappho

Sappho

Adaptations in Ezra Pound’s spirit, not exact translations

I

The moon is gone,
the Pleiades vanished,
my youth deserts me.
In night’s darkest heart,
time streams on
and yet I sleep alone.

II

On feather beds,
we spent our desire,
dancing within
each other
until no holy place
remained untouched.

III

The Muses instructed me;
My honor is their craft.

IV

We shall enjoy
each other, Love;
let stillness and sorrow
stalk those
who disapprove.

V

No warning!
A torrent strikes
the stout oak
as love strikes
my heart.

VI

Stars hide their faces
when the moon’s splendor
smiles and shines
upon the earth.

VII

Taking the lyre
into my hands,
my fingers
invited it
to speak
a lover’s voice.

VII

You
have set
my heart
alight.

IX

I thirst
and
I burn.