I think this is a fine work of translation, though it is my only. A work which its esotericism burns bright in the flames of earth’s great rarities. It only adds, yet another lovely dimension to her work. Her knowledge of Greek history & mythology is quite apparent. The absence of her words is somehow filled with the mystery of her presence. She can erase you & replace you with a creature fully entranced with serpentine scents of romance.

There is a unity as well as a dichotomy shared with her. I find, in matters of these, gender can become erased whereas sex (male or female) can never be. I would like to fill her poetic voids with my voice so as to wed our spirits through verse alone.

There are many phrases in this text which go absent because of the passing of time & the deterioration of the material which they were recorded upon. Her word, as romantic & effortless as a starry night sat upon in silence with hands interwoven. A whimsical breeze which cannot resist caroming against any curve it may encounter. I feel akin to her capricious heart which leaps from lover to lover. Reveling, absent of technological distractions. Counting the ways the sun hits them & forms spectral resolutions of their untainted bodies. I can hear her voice, vigorous as the spume of mist from waterfalls, watching her lovers bathe. I can see her stalk her prey as innocent as the droplet on a leaf, or as the archer, silent behind a thicket of foliage, salivating with the essential hunger that plagues us all.

Sappho the poems and fragments