Sappho: One Hundred Lyrics

by Bliss Carman


 

XXIX


 

AH, what am I but a torrent,
Headstrong, impetuous, broken,
Like the spent clamour of waters
    In the blue canyon?

Ah, what art thou but a fern-frond, 

5

Wet with blown spray from the river,
Diffident, lovely, sequestered,
    Frail on the rock-ledge?

Yet, are we not for one brief day,
While the sun sleeps on the mountain,

10
Wild-hearted lover and loved one,
    Safe in Pan’s keeping?