F 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 that 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.
This poem Sappho has wrote about the rose, the king of the flowers as she said has inspired me to make the oil on canvas painting above and the drawing below.
This is how I imagine Sappho, a beautiful woman with white soft skin and long dark hair, holding a rose in her hand, being inspired by the delicate beauty of the flower, an image of grace, beauty and femininity.
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