Sappho - Feb 7th, Iyengar Sunday Fun

Courting the Goddess of Love; Lesbos sounds fit for a Goddess.

Leave Crete,

Aphrodite,

and come to this sacred place

encircled by apple trees,

fragrant with offered smoke.

Here, cold springs

sing softly

amid the branches;

the ground is shady with roses;

from trembling young leaves,

a deep drowsiness pours.

In the meadow,

horses are cropping

the wildflowers of spring,

scented fennel

blows on the breeze.

In this place,

Lady of Cyprus, pour

the nectar that honors you

into our cups,

gold, and raised up for drinking.