- Sappho Smiles -
When poetry brings out my wiles,
As thou canst imagine: my face smiles.
I look up at that portrait of thee, standing by the sea…
Holding thy fair lyre in hand, so solemnly regarding me.
Wouldst I, have been like a daughter to thee, of old?
Or wouldst thou have made me thy lover, thusly bold!
I wonder, Sappho, poetess whom my soul so adores,
Why people still judge thee, by foolish human mores!
Were thou not a goddess of poetry, after thy fashion?
A muse to which the soul might turn with full passion!
I like to imagine thy lovely face smiles,
When poetry brings out thy wiles.