"Fragments on Eros" by Sappho

translated by Peter Saint-Andre

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


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


Again limb-loosening Eros shakes me;
A helpless crawling thing I am, sweet-bitter.

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