if not, winter
]I bid you sing
of Gongyla, Abanthis, taking up
your lyre as (now again) longing
floats around you.
you beauty. For her dress when you saw it
stirred you. And I rejoice.
In fact she herself once blamed me
because I prayed
Eros shook my
mind like a mountain wind falling on oak treesFragment 52
I would not think to touch the sky with two arms
not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
like thisFragment 147
someone will remember us
even in another timeFragment 162
with what eyes?
Excerpted from If Not, Winter by Sappho; Translated by Anne Carson. Copyright © 2002 by Anne Carson. Excerpted by permission of Vintage, a division of Random House, Inc. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.