International Women’s Day is almost upon us again this Sunday 8th March. Throughout the last twelve months I have featured many women who I truly respect, appreciate and are fond of their accomplishments. They have all played their part in shaping my world. Today I will focus on another amazing woman from our ancient past. Her name is Saphho.
One woman, who often stands heads and shoulders above most others in the ancient world was Sappho. Reliable records about her are generally incomplete, however we do have some rare clues about her life that have helped us piece together her story. Of course, historians and scholars have many differing views about her life, which include reports about her sexuality and her great love and affection for the female form. It is this contentious issue that saw her briefly disappear from schools in the early Christian era before we fell in love with her again during a more enlightened time known as the Renaissance. Fortunately, what has never been in dispute about Sappho is her immense reputation as a Greek lyric poet. Both ancient and modern scholars all agree that she truly holds her own amongst the great poets of ancient Greece. One might even go to extremes to say that when we associate Greek poetry to two names, they would in all probability be Homer and Sappho. Such is her influence and fame that it is a shame that much of Sappho’s work has been lost through damage, neglect and a time when scholars stopped translating her work for future generations.
In piecing together a brief story on Sappho, it is assumed that she was born sometime between 630-610 BC on the Aegean Island of Lesbos. Lesbos was an important Island during this period, which thrived as a popular centre for trade and Greek culture. It is believed that within this environment most women of Lesbos enjoyed a greater freedom than other women across the Greek world. Though wealth played a significant role in attaining these ‘freedoms’ for the women of Lesbos which included Sappho. Her social standing, being born into a wealthy family, allowed her to fraternise within a tight-knit group of women who shared a love of the arts. Sappho formed many close relationships within this group where they sang, danced and read poetry. Sappho affectionately played her lyre and wrote many of her poems here, often as wedding songs for the women who eventually married and left the island of Lesbos.
A Roman copy of a Greek original of Sappho circa 5th century BCE.
As her fame grew throughout the Greek world, many prominent scholars and important figures marveled at her talents. One particular account recalls how upon hearing one of her songs, the Greek lawyer and poet Solon enquired if he could be taught the song to “learn it and die”. Such was the power of her poems that Plato dared to raise her standing as a great poet to one of the muses, a goddess of the arts and science.
Given her standing amongst the great poets of antiquity, it is almost criminal to think that much of her work has been lost. We have only four complete poems, the hymn to Aphrodite being the standout, and bits and pieces of others. Scholars have pieced together what they have from manuscripts and fragments found in Egypt. Some of these actually came from ancient rubbish heaps. Other poems attributed to Sappho were also found on papyrus that was used as stuffing in mummified Egyptian animals.
A Sappho poem on a 3rd century BCE papyrus.
As scholars today continue to decipher Sappho’s works, we are pleasantly surprised to learn how she wrote her poems. Often they are related to love, longing, loss and desire. She is also quite reflective. From surviving papyrus fragments we have learnt that sometimes she wrote her poems in the first person, somewhat of an innovation during ancient times. It is from one of her ‘first person’ poems that we learn of a daughter that she once had. This is important because there has always been some confusion about whether or not she was married. (Some accounts say she was married to a man named Cercylas, a rich merchant.)
With much of her work and life shrouded in mystery, even her death is somewhat puzzling. It is believed she died around 570 BCE, distress and overwrought, jumping to her death over a cliff, presumably after a love affair with a man named Phaon went horribly wrong. Many scholars believe this to be untrue, a legend fabricated to deflect from her reputed affairs with her own sex. Really, who cares ? We should be turning our attention to the legacy she left us as a poet, not her sexual preferences.
Photo Credit: Both the header image of an attic red-figure vase featuring Sappho, circa 470 BC and the Roman bust of Sappho are public domain. The image of a Sappho poem on a 3rd century BCE papyrus is used under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 2.5 license.