More than sixty years ago – can it be so many years, gone so quickly, insubstantial as a dream? – in the sixth form at Queens Royal College in Port-of-Spain, our literature teacher departed from the well-beaten path of the set syllabus to tell us about Sappho, the Greek poetess.
He said she was the greatest of all lyric poets of ancient Greece. She lived in the sixth century before Christ. Hardly a single poem of hers has come down to us whole and intact but the fragments that have survived are so beautiful,
