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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.”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
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.”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
“In fact she herself once blamed me
Kyprogeneia
because I prayed
this word:
I want.”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
Kyprogeneia
because I prayed
this word:
I want.”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
“may you sleep on the breast of your delicate friend”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
“frequently
for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
harm me”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
for those
I treat well are the ones who most of all
harm me”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
“]Sardis
often turning her thoughts here
]
you like a goddess
and in your song most of all she rejoiced.
But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women
as sometimes at sunset
the rosyfingered moon
surpasses all the stars. And her light
stretches over salt sea
equally and flowerdeep fields.
And the beautiful dew is poured out
and roses bloom and frail
chervil and flowering sweetclover.
But she goes back and forth remembering
gentle Atthis and in longing
she bites her tender mind”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
often turning her thoughts here
]
you like a goddess
and in your song most of all she rejoiced.
But now she is conspicuous among Lydian women
as sometimes at sunset
the rosyfingered moon
surpasses all the stars. And her light
stretches over salt sea
equally and flowerdeep fields.
And the beautiful dew is poured out
and roses bloom and frail
chervil and flowering sweetclover.
But she goes back and forth remembering
gentle Atthis and in longing
she bites her tender mind”
― If Not, Winter: Fragments of Sappho
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