Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, <br />others call a fleet the most beautiful of <br />sights the dark earth offers, but I say it's what- <br />ever you love best. <br /> <br />And it's easy to make this understood by <br />everyone, for she who surpassed all human <br />kind in beauty, Helen, abandoning her <br />husband--that best of <br /> <br />men--went sailing off to the shores of Troy and <br />never spent a thought on her child or loving <br />parents: when the goddess seduced her wits and <br />left her to wander, <br /> <br />she forgot them all, she could not remember <br />anything but longing, and lightly straying <br />aside, lost her way. But that reminds me <br />now: Anactória, <br /> <br />she's not here, and I'd rather see her lovely <br />step, her sparkling glance and her face than gaze on <br />all the troops in Lydia in their chariots and <br />glittering armor.<br /><br />Sappho<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-anactoria-poem/
