Last night, walking back from dinner, back across the parking lot of the Sandman Inn, the night before a journey eastward, looking up to a waxing crescent moon, as clear and lovely as a minaret on a mosque, Venus bright as she’s ever been.
And fine birds brought you,
Quick sparrows over the black earth
Whipping their wings down the sky
I wished, for all of us grounded on this planet we have not loved enough.
And what I want to happen most of all
In my crazy heart.
(The passages of Sappho, Fragment 1, “Ode to Aphrodite”, are translated by Anne Carson)