Monday, June 8, 2009

105;

Blame Aphrodite
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 with
love for that boy
Sappho, translated by Mary Barnard in 1958.
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