Sappho Comes
What Sappho Saw
Sappho comes with her lyre
while I doze, all hazy in a timecloud,
in sunny Eressos where she was born.
She, the teacher of song,
which never can
be unaccompanied,
carries comfort to my solo-traveling soul.
So near, she sings of all life’s fruits.
Sappho comes as ancestor of craft,
and opens all the streams of music.
I hear her counsel her beloved students:
As discipline for poetry,
embrace all pleasures firmly.
©Susa Silvermarie 2019
Eressos Rock
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