Come down from the sky . . .
Come back to me here once more in the festival time,
to the sacred dingle, where stands your apple-grove of graceful
where there are altars
smoking with incense.
Here through the apple-boughs trickles the sound of cool water,
and the whole ground is shadowed with roses;
down from the shimmering leaves
flows the sleep of enchantment.
Here is a meadow, fit to graze horses, blooming with flowers of
and sweetly the breezes are blowing . . .
Here, now, come Aphrodite:
take nectar, exquisitely mixed,
in cups made of gold
pour out for our feasting.
translated by Gillian Spraggs
Published in What Lesbians Do In Books ed. Elaine Hobby
and Chris White, London, the Women's Press, 1991
© Gillian Spraggs, 1991, 2006
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