As Sappho’s sweetly singing,
a sacrifice she’s bringing.
For sorrow soldiers shed,
for blood they’ve bravely bled.
To set sweet Sappho free
to plant her poetry
in land of Grecian lilies
where sword of brave Achilles
was bathed in bloody clot
and she has not forgot!
Poor Hector on his pyre,
she plays upon her lyre!
An ode set down in song.
For peace her soul does long.
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 11th, 2021 11:48
- Comment from author about the poem: for sweet Sappho
- Category: Fable
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Comments2
May that peace come to us all Kevin.
Andy
more than your wonderfully rhythmic poetry
the level of detail and context you've managed to squeeze-in, will surely act
as an enticing introduction to the wonderful legacy
of Sappho's timeless Poetry,
beautifully versed, thanks for sharing dear Poet
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