a girl
whose hair is yellower than
torchlight should wear no
headdress but fresh flowers-Sappho (translated by Mary Barnard)
I’ll be traveling for the next three weeks, so posts will be sparse. But I’ll be on the lookout for things to share – like this counterpoint of art and nature, from a visit to Lakewold Gardens, about an hour south of Seattle.
Enjoy the sunshine, wherever you are.
Yay for you! Have fun on your travels! Can’t wait to find out where you’re going. If you haven’t noticed, we love to hear travel stories. Hope your adventures are filled with wonder. I know they will be.
Hey again- I’ve been reading through an embarassing nuber of your old posts, as I mentioned in my earlier comment on your new journal. Really- your blog is the coolest thing I’ve possibly ever found on the internet. No, really! I mean it! Your intrests are close enough to mine that I find they overlap comfortably, yet you are familliar with a great number of things that I am not.
However, when I saw this post, I had to mention that I actually LOVE Mary Barnard’s Sappho translation, though it is maddeningly uncommon.
When I was much younger, my father was helping her to work on a different book somehow- I think with the publishing end of it- Time and the White Tigress.
I remember going over to her house and finding her to be terribly imposing and strangely intimidating. I just had to say that since she’s so very unknown.