After Sappho, fragment 105
You’re like the sweetest apple on the topmost branch,
after the gang of apple-gatherers has gone,
that stays and ripens further, proudly and alone.
Did they forget you in their hasty harvesting?
Not quite. When talking idly of some other thing
they often think of you. But you were out of reach.
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Sappho, Fragment 105
οἶον τὸ γλυκύμαλον ἐρεύθεται ἄκρῳ ἐπ' ὔσδῳ,
ἄκρον ἐπ' ἀκροτάτῳ, λελάθοντο δὲ μαλοδρόπηες,
οὐ μὰν ἐκλελάθοντ', ἀλλ' οὐκ ἐδύναντ' ἐπίκεσθαι.
