With Pride events popping up locally and globally for PoCLGBTQWI (and all the rest of letters in the alphabet), why not try a few pick-up lines from Sappho?
Who knows you might wow your future partner.
It would certainly garner my attention with a head-dress of violet flowers.
Through Sappho’s words we can surmise that she was one fearless human being who understood emphatically the importance of ‘gnosis’.
Gnosis is the Greek philosophical concept to ‘know thyself’ and thus live as thyself regardless of what kind (or unkind) times you may find yourself living in.
She knew herself so well, she is widely regarded one of the first poets to get personal and let us in on her life.
To support this style, she used the pronoun ‘I’ in her lyrics, as oppose to the earlier epic poems of Homer and his perspective of divine inspiration. She would have sung her words while playing a lyre.
In this list, Sappho’s words have been translated by the fantastically named Aaron Poochigian from Stung With Love with a foreword by Carol Ann Duffy.
Happy Pride to everyone where-ever you are.
And now over to Sappho…
1 Come close
2 He is unrivalled, like a Lesbian
3 The leaves drip slumber
4 Lust has crushed my spirit
5 But come as often, on request
6 Your nectar with pure festal glee / Fill gilded bowls and pass them round / Lavishly
7 And you, sublime and smiling with immortal mirth
8 What was my mad heart dreaming of?
9 She who shuns love will soon pursue it
10 Come to me now
11 Come, please, and in this battle stand at my side
12 Come, girls , beat your fists / Down upon your breasts / And shred your dresses
13 Come close, you precious Graces and Muses
14 That impossible predator / Eros the Limb-Loosener
15 Like a gale smiting an oak
16 Eros with a stroke, shattered my brain
17 That fellow strikes me as god’s double
18 The revelation flutters, my ventricles, my sternum and stomach
19 We have both suffered terribly. But Sappho, it is hard to say goodbye.
20 With fleecy sheets and yielding cushions
21 My heart is lenient
22 Over eyelids dark night fell. Invisible.
23 Stand and face me, dear; release / That fineness in your irises
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