"Fragments on Eros" by Sappho

translated by Peter Saint-Andre

Eros shook my soul like the wind
Attacking trees on a mountain.

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Sweet mother, I lack the power
To strike the loom — I am consumed
With love from slender Aphrodite.

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Once again limb-loosening Eros shakes me,
A helpless crawling thing, sweet-bitter.


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