poetry schools have disbanded
they all write better than back when you were moulding the verse
when you first invented love free of prejudice
poor Homer
history never even noticed him
no one knows where he got his stories from
or what he suffered
when he became the voice of others
deserted amphitheatres are dusty with oblivion
and they wait silently
and grow along with the sea
but you, poor minstrel, you,
what were you feeling when your darkness was animated by their strife
by their love
Sapho, you woman, darling, you misunderstood poet,
you laugh and glow serene in innocence
today your children do not grasp a thing
no one looks for your manuscripts
today there' s laughter, Sapho
there is no sound of sea through olive leaves
the shells do not cry out their regret
the pallor of the stones where your footsteps passed
nobody writes of it more
today, Sapho, your world is finished and you laugh, you little fool
because you know that nothing lasts forever
translated by Vasile Andreica
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