Softer than rainfall at twilight, Bringing the fields benediction And the hills quiet and greyness, Are my long thoughts of thee. — Sappho, from “LXVII: Indoors the fire is kindled,” Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics by Bliss Carmen (L.C. Page, 1904) Advertisements
The moon, emerging, Floats where clouds are not; Wind rises, Strikes the purity of night, Stars compete In trembling flickers, The Milky Way is empty, Clear, and bright. Old trees’ sparse shadows Intersperse. Scared birds cut off their Noises lingering. This autumn I am rapt In what’s already awry, While crickets campaign Again at night.… Continue reading Liu Ch’ang
Since my house burned down I now have a better view of the rising moon ― Mizuta Masahide (1657–1723)
The glow and beauty of the stars are nothing near the splendid moon when in her roundness she burns silver about the world. — Sappho, “133, FULL MOON,” The Classical Greek Reader. Trans. Willis Barnstone. (Oxford University Press; 1 edition, August 13, 1998)
Beauty! Terrible Beauty! A deathless Goddess– so she strikes our eyes! — Homer, from The Iliad. Composed around 800-725 B.C. and written down sometime between 725 and 675 B.C.
… but you have forgotten me… — Sappho, “Fragment VIII,” Selected Poems and Fragments. (2005) Translated by A. S. Kline
The gods perceive what lies in the future, and mortals, what occurs in the present, but wise men apprehend what is imminent. — Philostratus, Life of Apolloniur of Tyans, VII, 7. Edited by Christopher P. Jones, vol. 1 (Books I-IV) & 2 (Books V-VIII), Harvard University Press, Cambridge (Mass.) 2005 (Loeb Classical Library no. 16… Continue reading Philostratus