Sappho 16 (again)
Some say an army a-horse, and some afoot,
and some aboard black ships is the most splendid thing
in this world’s darkness — me, just that it’s this: what-
ever you lust for.
A handy way to make this comprehensible
to everyone: one altogether super-
human in splendor — Helena — a man —
best of them all —
she left behind and went to Troia sailing —
and not her child and not her own dear parents
recalled her —
Lust diverted her instead.
. . .
. . . . .
. . . lightly . . .
. . . . makes me recall Anactoria —
that she’s not here.
And her — that lust-inspiring step — I’d want
to see the light that flashes in her face
more than the Lydian chariots and the armored