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Jun. 24th, 2015 02:25 pm
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may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend


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Jun. 24th, 2015 02:24 pm
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I simply want to be dead.
Weeping she left me
with many tears and said this:
Oh how badly things have turned out for us.
Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.
And I answered her:
Rejoice, go and
remember me. For you know how we cherished you.
But if not, I want
to remind you
...and beautiful times we had.
For many crowns of violets
and roses
...at my side you put on
and many woven garlands
made of flowers
around your soft throat
And with sweet oil
you anointed yourself
and on a soft bed
you would let loose your longing
and neither any ...nor any
holy place nor
was there from which we were absent
no grove... no dance
...no sound


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:24 pm
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not one girl I think
who looks on the light of the sun
will ever
have wisdom
like this

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Jun. 24th, 2015 02:21 pm
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you burn me


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Jun. 24th, 2015 02:20 pm
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stars around the beautiful moon
hide back their luminous form
whenever all full she shines
on the earth


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:20 pm
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He seems to me equal to gods that man
whoever he is who opposite you
sits and listens close
to your sweet speaking

and lovely laughing—oh it
puts the heart in my chest on wings
for when I look at you, even a moment, no speaking
is left in me

no: tongue breaks and thin
fire is racing under skin
and in eyes no sight and drumming
fills ears

and cold sweat holds me and shaking
grips me all, greener than grass
I am and dead—or almost
I seem to me.

But all is to be dared, because even a person of poverty


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:19 pm
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...for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
...harm me


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:19 pm
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...among mortal women, know this
...from every care
...you could release me


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:17 pm
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Some men say an army of horse and some men say an army on foot
and some men say an army of ships is the most beautiful thing
on the black earth. But I say it is
what you love.


Jun. 24th, 2015 02:11 pm
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Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind,
child of Zeus, who twists lures, I beg you
do not break with hard pains,
O lady, my heart

but come here if ever before
you caught my voice far off
and listening left your father’s
golden house and came,

yoking your car. And fine birds brought you,
quick sparrows over the black earth
whipping their wings down the sky
through midair—

they arrived. But you, O blessed one,
smiled in your deathless face
and asked what (now again) I have suffered and why
(now again) I am calling out

and what I want to happen most of all
in my crazy heart. Whom should I persuade (now again)
to lead you back into her love? Who, O
Sappho, is wronging you?

For if she flees, soon she will pursue.
If she refuses gifts, rather will she give them.
If she does not love, soon she will love
even unwilling.

Come to me now: loose me from hard
care and all my heart longs
to accomplish, accomplish. You
be my ally.


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