I took my lyre
I took my lyre I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument
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I took my lyre and said I took my lyre and said: Come now, my heavenly tortoise shell: become a speaking instrument
READ MOREIn the spring twilight
In the spring twilight In the spring twilight the full moon is shining: Girls take their places as though around an altar
READ MOREIt is the Muses
It is the Muses It is the Muses who have caused me to be honored: they taught me their craft
READ MOREIt was you, Atthis, who said
It was you, Atthis, who said It was you, Atthis, who said “Sappho, if you will not get up and let us look at you I […]
READ MOREIt’s no use
It’s no use It’s no use Mother dear, I can’t finish my weaving You may blame Aphrodite soft as she is she has almost killed me […]
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Leto and Niobe Before they were mothers Leto and Niobe had been the most devoted of friends
READ MORELike the gods. . .
Like the gods. . . In my eyes he matches the gods, that man who sits there facing you–any man whatever– listening from closeby to the […]
READ MOREMust I remind you, Cleis
Must I remind you, Cleis Must I remind you, Cleis, that sounds of grief are unbecoming in a poet’s household? and that they are not suitable […]
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