Fragment 146

‘Sappho loves the Rose, and always crowns it with some praise, likening beautiful maidens to it.’

This remark seems to have led some of the earlier collectors of Sappho’s fragments to include the ‘pleasing song in commendation of the Rose’ quoted by Achilles Tatius in his love-story Clitophon and Leucippe, but there is no reason to attribute it to Sappho. Mrs. E. B. Browning thus translated it:—

Song of the Rose.

If Zeus chose us a king of the flowers in his mirth,
He would call to the Rose and would royally crown it,
For the Rose, ho, the Rose, is the grace of the earth,
Is the light of the plants that are growing upon it.
For the Rose, ho, the Rose, is the eye of the flowers,
Is the blush of the meadows that feel themselves fair—
Is the lightning of beauty that strikes through the bowers
On pale lovers who sit in the glow unaware.
Ho, the Rose breathes of love! Ho, the Rose lifts the cup
To the red lips of Cypris invoked for a guest!
Ho, the Rose, having curled its sweet leaves for the world,
Takes delight in the motion its petals keep up,
As they laugh to the wind as it laughs from the west!

And Mr. J. A. Symonds (1883):—

The Praise of Roses.

If Zeus had willed it so
That o’er the flowers one flower should reign a queen,
I know, ah well I know
The rose, the rose, that royal flower had been!
She is of earth the gem,
Of flowers the diadem;
And with her flush
The meadows blush:
Nay, she is beauty’s self that brightens
In Summer, when the warm air lightens!
Her breath’s the breath of Love,
Wherewith he lures the dove
Of the fair Cyprian queen;
Her petals are a screen
Of pink and quivering green,
For Cupid when he sleeps,
Or for mild Zephyrus, who laughs and weeps.

‘Sappho loves flowers with a personal sympathy,’ writes Professor F. T. Palgrave. “Cretan girls,” she says, “with their soft feet dancing lay flat the tender bloom of the grass” [fr. 54]: she feels for the hyacinth “which shepherds on the mountain tread under foot, and the purple flower is on the ground” [fr. 94]: she pities the wood-doves (apparently) as their “life grows cold and their wings fall” before the archer’ [fr. 16].