a Sappho Poem
Goddess I am lonely now,
a tragic harvest in your net.
The Pleiades and the moon have set,
I sleep alone.
Love’s delirium does not last;
I’ve learnt that lesson from the past.
The emptiness that follows lust
scars me to the bone.
Love’s desertions, they are swift,
as star clusters incline and shift.
My lovers like Orion drift.
I drift alone.