[It’s no use / Mother dear...]

By Sappho Sappho

Translated By Mary Barnard

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, "[It’s no use / Mother dear...]" from Sappho, Translated by Mary Barnard, published by the University of California Press. Copyright © 2012 by The Estate of Mary Barnard.  Reprinted by permission of Estate of Mary Barnard.

Source: Sappho, Translated by Mary Barnard (University of California Press, 2012)

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Poet Sappho

POET’S REGION Greece

Subjects Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes, Activities, Indoor Activities, Mythology & Folklore, Greek & Roman Mythology

Biography

Little is known with certainty about the life of Sappho, or Psappha in her native Aeolic dialect. She was born probably about 620 B.C. to an aristocratic family on the island of Lesbos during a great cultural flowering in the area. Apparently her birthplace was either Eressos or Mytilene, the main city on the island, where she seems to have lived for some time. Even the names of her family members are inconsistently reported, . . .

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SUBJECT Love, Desire, Infatuation & Crushes, Activities, Indoor Activities, Mythology & Folklore, Greek & Roman Mythology

POET’S REGION Greece

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