In my English 395 class, we’re reading poetry by Sappho. Sappho lived on the island of Lesbos in approximately 630 B.C. She was a well known female poet in her time, but unfortunately much of her work has been lost, or severely damaged. To complicate matters, her works have been translated from Greek to English. I’ve been focusing on the literature which has been pieced together from the remains. Many of the poems are very short; some only a single word in length, but I find that often those can be the most intriguing. The following are my favourite poems from Sappho’s fragments:
Chris was the toughest guy in our gang, but he was also the guy who made the best peace. I've seen him sit down on the pavement next to a small boy he didn't even know, who had hurt his knee, and get him talking about something until the boy forgot his pain. He was good at it. He was tough enough to be good at it.