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and you cooled my mind that burned with longing"
Her poetry often has a level of yearning that is conveyed intensely despite of, or maybe even amplified by, its fragmented existence. Her words are chosen beautifully enough that they can remain -to a level- unaffected by their separation from their original context and lack of full poems or even lines. It is certainly something different to read poetry in such a way, but it opens doors to wonder and imagination in its own right and isn't worth any less of a read.
"stars around the beautiful moon
hide back their luminous form
whenever all full she shines
on the earth
silvery"
It is quite marvelous that the words of a person who lived over two thousand years ago, and of whom the majority of their work was destroyed, as well as the person themself -for however little we actually know of them-, can be and are still being remembered, read, and revered today.
As Sappho famously wrote herself,
“someone will remember us
I say
even in another time”.
And oh so they did, they do, and I dare say they will for time to come.