Frases de Safo

“Pero las rosas se marchitan y se acabará el verano y las promesas de amor serán rotas. Por eso nunca jures amor, O, si lo haces, recuerda que ninguna promesa dará eternidad a la rosa ni impedirá que el sol se ponga, ni traerá un segundo verano.”

“Os aseguro que alguien se acordará de nosotras en el futuro.”

“Si la muerte fuera un bien, los dioses no serían inmortales.”

“En la cólera nada conviene más que el silencio.”

“Sólo cerrando las puerta detrás de uno se abren ventanas hacia el porvenir.”

“Amor es gozar mucho y llorar luego mucho más.”

“Como el enrojecimiento de la manzana dulce en la rama más alta,
la manzana más alta en la punta de la rama,
los recolectores lo olvidaron,
Bueno, no, no la olvidaron, simplemente no pudieron alcanzarla.”

“En verdad, me gustaría estar muerta.
Ella estaba llorando cuando me dejó,
y me dijo muchas cosas, y dijo esto:
"Cuánto hemos sufrido, Safo.
En verdad, no quiero dejarte ".”

“The moon has set,
And the Pleiades.
Midnight.
The hour has gone by.
I sleep alone.”

“Like the sweet apple reddening on the topmost branch,
the topmost apple on the tip of the branch,
and the pickers forgot it,
well, no, they didn't forget, they just couldn't reach it.”

“Truly, I wish I were dead.
She was weeping when she left me,
and said many things to me, and said this:
"How much we have suffered, Sappho.
Truly, I don't want to leave you."”

“If you are my friend, stand up before me
and scatter the grace that's in your eyes.”

“Virginity, virginity, when you leave me, where do you go?

I am gone and never come back to you.

I never return.”

“Some say cavalry and others claim
infantry or a fleet of long oars
is the supreme sight on the black earth.
I say it is


the one you love. And easily proved.
Didn't Helen, who far surpassed all
mortals in beauty, desert the best
of men, her king,


and sail off to Troy and forget
her daughter and her dear parents? Merely
Aphrodite's gaze made her readily bend
and led her far


from her path. These tales remind me now
of Anaktoria who isn't here,
yet I
for one


would rather see her warm supple step
and the sparkle in her face than watch all
the chariots in Lydia and foot soldiers armored
in glittering bronze.”

“Eros has shaken my mind,
wind sweeping down the mountain on oaks”

“A handsome man guards his image a while;
a good man will one day take on beauty.”

“Look at him, just like a god,
that man sitting across from you,
whoever he is,
listening to your
close, sweet voice,
your irresistible laughter
And O yes,
it sets my heart racing—
one glance at you
and I can't get any words out,
my voice cracks,
a thin flame runs under my skin,
my eyes go blind,
my ears ring,
a cold sweat pours down my body,
I tremble all over,
turn paler than grass.”

“O dream on your black wings
you come when I am sleeping.


Sweet is the god but still I am
in agony and far from my strength.


for I had hope (none now) to share
something of the blessed gods,


nor was I so foolish
as to scorn pleasant toys.


Now may I have
all these things.”

“Of course I am downcast and tremble
with pity for my state
when old age and wrinkles cover me,


when Eros flies about
and I pursue the glorious young.
Pick up your lyre


and sing to us of her who wears
violets on her breasts. Sing especially
of her who is wandering.”

“Now may I have
all these things.”

“Sweet is the god but still I am
in agony and far from my strength.”

“O dream on your black wings
you come when I am sleeping.”

“To have beauty is to have only that,
but to have goodness
is to be beautiful
too.”