I have had not one word from her <br /> <br />Frankly I wish I were dead. <br />When she left, she wept <br /> <br />a great deal; she said to <br />me, ``This parting must be <br />endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly.'' <br /> <br />I said, ``Go, and be happy <br />but remember (you know <br />well) whom you leave shackled by love <br /> <br />``If you forget me, think <br />of our gifts to Aphrodite <br />and all the loveliness that we shared <br /> <br />``all the violet tiaras, <br />braided rosebuds, dill and <br />crocus twined around your young neck <br /> <br />``myrrh poured on your head <br />and on soft mats girls with <br />all that they most wished for beside them <br /> <br />``while no voices chanted <br />choruses without ours, <br />no woodlot bloomed in spring without song...'' <br /> <br /> Sappho <br /> tr. Barnard<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-word/
