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“I was sleeping in peace.
Who ripped into my dream?”
― Federico García Lorca

“I want to cry because I feel like it—
the way children cry in the last row of seats—
because I’m not a man, not a poet, not a leaf—
only a wounded pulse that probes the things of the other side.”
― Federico García Lorca

“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.

Easy to make this understood by all.
For she who overcame everyone
in beauty (Helen)
left her fine husband

behind and went sailing to Troy.
Not for her children nor her dear parents
had she a thought, no-
led her astray

]for
]lightly
]reminded me now of Anaktoria
who is gone.

I would rather see her lovely step
and the motion of light on her face
than chariots of Lydians or ranks
of footsoldiers in arms.

]not possible to happen
]to pray for a share
]
toward [
]
out of the unexpected.”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho

“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”
― Sappho, If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho