Love Speaks Its Name
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Specificații
ISBN-13: 9781841597454
ISBN-10: 1841597457
Pagini: 256
Dimensiuni: 108 x 165 x 25 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: Historic England
Locul publicării:United Kingdom
ISBN-10: 1841597457
Pagini: 256
Dimensiuni: 108 x 165 x 25 mm
Greutate: 0.23 kg
Editura: Historic England
Locul publicării:United Kingdom
Descriere
From Sappho to Shakespeare to Cole Porter - a marvellous and wide-ranging collection of classic gay and lesbian love poetry.
Notă biografică
J. D. McClatchy is the author of four books of poetry, two books of literary essays, and four opera libretti. He is editor of The Yale Review and a chancellor of the Academy of American Poets.
Extras
"I Have Had Not One Word From Her "
by Sappho
(trans. by Mary Barnard)
I have not had one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, "This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."
I said, "Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
"If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
"all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
"myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
"while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song . . ."
by Sappho
(trans. by Mary Barnard)
I have not had one word from her
Frankly I wish I were dead.
When she left, she wept
a great deal; she said to
me, "This parting must be
endured, Sappho. I go unwillingly."
I said, "Go, and be happy
but remember (you know
well) whom you leave shackled by love
"If you forget me, think
of our gifts to Aphrodite
and all the loveliness that we shared
"all the violet tiaras,
braided rosebuds, dill and
crocus twined around your young neck
"myrrh poured on your head
and on soft mats girls with
all that they most wished for beside them
"while no voices chanted
choruses without ours,
no woodlot bloomed in spring without song . . ."