The History of Poetry: 3 April 16, 2015Posted by The Typist in Poetry, The Typist, Toulouse Street.
Tags: Sappho, The History of Poetry
Sappho…fragments…matchbook promises to call…carelessly discarded like…used Trojans…by careless men…
Romantic lovers are not heroic, this merely women, and the lyric is not yet.
Impounded in the Lost and Found by cold scholars, a curiosity, a woman of passion and talent.
I do not think she dies in the kitchen, beside an oven cold as the ashes of Dido’s pyre, eaten by crows.
“A damsel with a dulcimer
In a vision once I saw…
More likely consumed by her own fiery passion, and the gods tend to any men who stood too close.
“Herr God, Herr Lucifer
The incendiary fragments support this analysis.
What say you, Catullus?