#poetry of sappho

[mournfulroses]

Noelle Kocot, from 4; "Sappho to Erinna," originally published in May 2021

[spoonsbutbetter]

please laugh, it’s 4:17am here and i’m GIGGLING

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Jules Lefebvre (1836-1911) "Sappho" Oil on canvas

[literarydesire]

"I declare that later on, even in an age unlike our own, someone will remember who we are" - Sappho

[ledalife]

[lesbianlenses]

Sappho poetry fragments in Diversion magazine, 1987.

[weltonboys]

death of sappho - miguel carbonel selva

[greeknerdsstuff]

#I'm back on my bullshit :3

[forsapphics]

If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

translated by Anne Carson

[smolbeanxoxo]

I live for the affection.

Stroking my hair? Yes. Rubbing my hand with your thumb? Yes please. Side hug around my waist while walking? Omg yes. Washing my hair, cooking for me, calling me nicknames? Yes, yes, yes.

[scarymeandyke]

“Someone will remember us

I say

even in another time”

//Sappho, Fragment 147

[poetrysmackdown]

[asoftepiloguemylove]

William Shakespeare // pinterest // Feel Good (2020-2021) cr. Joe Hampson & Mae Martin // Natalie Diaz These Hands, If Not Gods // Sandra Cisneros Woman at Hollering Creek: Stories; "Never Marry a Mexican" // Holland NUMBER BOY // Richard Siken Crush // 스물다섯 스물하나 Twenty-Five Twenty-One (2022) dir. Jung Ji-hyun // Sappho // Dodie She // Maureen Seaton Furious Cooking; "Swan Lake" // unknown // Frank Ocean Forrest Gump // แปลรักฉันด้วยใจเธอ I Told Sunset About You / I Promised You the Moon (2020-2022) dir. Naruebet Kuno & Tossaphon Riantong // Danez Smith Recklessly (via @tendermimi)

[metamorphesque]

love is a religion

Anne Sexton, Roberto Ferri, Terese Marie Mailhot, George Frederic Watts, Christopher Soto, Roberto Ferri, Elisabeth Hewer, Roberto Ferri, Sappho (attr.), Roberto Ferri, John Keats, Herbert Draper, Richard Siken, Denis Sarazhin, Katherine Philips, Franz von Stuck, Richard Siken, Gustav Vigeland, Richard Siken

buy me a coffee

[anarchyparakeet]

There's something magical about loving women. It's like finding poetry in the simplest moments—gentle touches, soft laughter, and the comfort of knowing you're seen. Whether it's the warmth of a stolen glance or the joy of sharing late-night talks, every moment feels like a soft melody.

[apoemaday]

Fragment 33

by Sappho tr. Julia Dubnoff

When you lie dead, no one will remember you For you have no share in the Muses’ roses. No, flitting aimlessly about, You will wildly roam, a shade amidst the shadowy dead.