Herodotus, who wrote about years after Sappho's death, said that her fathers name was Scamandronymous.
The murdered do haunt their murderers.
Sappho's books were burned by Christians in the year A.
It was only during the Victorian era that Sappho's sexual preference per serather than her poetry, became a focus of interest.
The open window on summer mornings Looking out on gardens and green things growing, The shadowy cups of rose flowering to themselves- Images of time and eternity- Silence in the garden and felt along the walls.
Emily Bronte was ahead of her time.
Today, only a few scraps of her poetry survive, only three of them consisting of more than one verse the longest being seven verses of four linesa handful of four line and two line fragments, and the rest just phrases or short quotes.
How astonishingly does the chance of leaving the world improve a sense of its natural beauties upon us.