. . . I bid you take your [lyre] and sing of [Gongyla]
while desire flies around you again now [dēute]
for her dress made you
lose your breath when you first saw it . . .
Sappho, to her lover
Eros -- yes again! [dēute] -- for Kypris' sake
the sweet one is melting me down,
is making my heart grow warm.
Alkman of Sparta
— Jun 14, 2026 02:34AM
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