POEMS OF SAPPHO
TRANSLATED BY JULIA DUBNOFF
Immortal Aphrodite, on your own intricately brocaded throne, 
son or daughter of Zeus, weaver of wiles, this I pray:
Dear Lady, donвЂ™t crush my heart
with pains and sorrows.
5 But come right here, if in the past,
once you heard my far-off cry,
you listened. And also you arrived,
making your fatherвЂ™s household,
yoking your chariot of gold.
10 Then stunning quick sparrows led you on the black colored planet
through the sky through the air that is middle
whirling their wings in to a blur.
Where it really is permitted to get this thing remain true erect,
to seize the breast and touch with your hands