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"Do thou, O Dica, set garlands upon thy lovely hair, weaving sprigs of dill with thy delicate hands; for those who wear fair blossoms may surely stand first, even in the presence of Goddesses who look without favour upon those who come ungarlanded."
"O dream on your black wings you come when I am sleeping.Sweet is the god but still I am in agony and far from my strength.for I had hope (none now) to share something of the blessed gods,nor was I so foolish as to scorn pleasant toys.Now may I have all these things."
"Of course I am downcast and tremble with pity for my state when old age and wrinkles cover me,when Eros flies about and I pursue the glorious young. Pick up your lyreand sing to us of her who wears violets on her breasts. Sing especially of her who is wandering."
"But thou shalt ever lie dead, nor shall there be any remembrance of thee then or thereafter, for thou hast not of the roses of Pieria; but thou shalt wander obscure even in the house of Hades, flitting among the shadowy dead."
"A handsome man guards his image a while; a good man will one day take on beauty."
"Some say cavalry and others claim infantry or a fleet of long oars is the supreme sight on the black earth. I say it isthe one you love. And easily proved. Didn't Helen, who far surpassed all mortals in beauty, desert the best of men, her king,and sail off to Troy and forget her daughter and her dear parents? Merely Aphrodite's gaze made her readily bend and led her farfrom her path. These tales remind me now of Anaktoria who isn't here, yet I for onewould rather see her warm supple step and the sparkle in her face than watch all the chariots in Lydia and foot soldiers armored in glittering bronze."
"I loved you, Atthis, once, long, long ago... You seemed to me a small, ungainly child."
"The stars hide away their shining form around the lovely moon when in all her fullness she shines (over all) the earth."
"Eros has shaken my mind, wind sweeping down the mountain on oaks."
"Look at him, just like a god, that man sitting across from you, whoever he is, listening to your close, sweet voice, your irresistible laughter And O yes, it sets my heart racing— one glance at you and I can't get any words out, my voice cracks, a thin flame runs under my skin, my eyes go blind, my ears ring, a cold sweat pours down my body, I tremble all over, turn paler than grass."
"Stanley Lombardo, Sappho: Poems and Fragments (Hackett Publishing, 2002)"
"Anne Carson, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho (New York: Alfred A. Knopf, 2002)"
"David A. Campbell, Greek Lyric, vol. 1: Sappho and Alcaeus, LCL 142 (1982)"
"Suzy Q. Groden, The Poems of Sappho (Bobbs-Merrill Co, 1966)"
"Willis Barnstone, Sappho: Lyrics in the Original Greek with Translations (New York: Anchor, 1965; 2nd ed., New York UP)"
"Mary Barnard, Sappho: A New Translation (University of California Press, 1958)"
"C. M. Bowra, Greek Lyric Poetry: From Alcman to Simonides (Oxford: Clarendon Press, 1961) p. 197"
"Richmond Lattimore, Greek Lyrics (Chicago: University of Chicago Press, 1949; revised 1960)"
"Douglas Young, A Braird o Thristles (1947) — into Scots"
"T. F. Higham, C. M. Bowra and W. S. Marris, The Oxford Book of Greek Verse in Translation (1938) nos. 140–157"
"E. M. Cox, The Poems of Sappho (London: Williams and Norgate, 1924)"
"J. M. Edmonds, Lyra Graeca, vol. 1 (1922)"
"A. E. Housman, Last Poems (1922) no. 24 · More Poems (1936) nos. 10 and 11"
"A. S. Way, Sappho, and the Vigil of Venus (London: Macmillan and Co, 1920)"
"Rennell Rodd, Love, Worship and Death: Some Renderings from the Greek Anthology (London: Edward Arnold, 1919)"
"W. G. Headlam, A Book of Greek Verse (Cambridge UP, 1907) pp. 4–17"
"Thomas Hardy, Poems of the Past and the Present (1901)"
"Frederick Tennyson, The Isles of Greece: Sappho and Alcaeus (1890) p. 91"
"H. T. Wharton, Sappho: Memoir, Text, Selected Renderings and a Literal Translation, 2nd ed. (London: David Stott, 1887)"
"J. A. Symonds, Studies of the Greek Poets (1st series, 1873; 2nd series, 1876; revised 1883)"
"D. G. Rossetti, Poems (1870; 2nd ed., 1881)"
Heute, am 12. Tag schlagen wir unser Lager in einem sehr merkwürdig geformten Höhleneingang auf. Wir sind von den Strapazen der letzten Tage sehr erschöpft, das Abenteuer an dem großen Wasserfall steckt uns noch allen in den Knochen. Wir bereiten uns daher nur ein kurzes Abendmahl und ziehen uns in unsere Kalebassen-Zelte zurück. Dr. Zwitlako kann es allerdings nicht lassen, noch einige Vermessungen vorzunehmen. 2. Aug.
- Das Tagebuch
Es gab sie, mein Lieber, es gab sie! Dieses Tagebuch beweist es. Es berichtet von rätselhaften Entdeckungen, die unsere Ahnen vor langer, langer Zeit während einer Expedition gemacht haben. Leider fehlt der größte Teil des Buches, uns sind nur 5 Seiten geblieben.
Also gibt es sie doch, die sagenumwobenen Riesen?
Weil ich so nen Rosenkohl nicht dulde!
- Zwei außer Rand und Band
Und ich bin sauer!