Treasure Island

Sappho

(c. 600 BCE / Greece)

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
tr. Barnard

Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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