Sappho Poems

And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
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LEST as the immortal gods is he,
The youth who fondly sits by thee,
And hears and sees thee, all the while,
Softly speaks and sweetly smile.
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Yes, Atthis, you may be sure

Even in Sardis
Anactoria will think often of us
...

It was you, Atthis, who said

"Sappho, if you will not get
up and let us look at you
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Cyprian, in my dream
the folds of a purple
kerchief shadowed
your cheeks --- the one
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It's no use
Mother dear, I
can't finish my
weaving
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I have no complaint
prosperity that
the golden Muses
gave me was no
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Dapple-throned Aphrodite,
eternal daughterf God,
snare-knitter! Don't, I beg you,

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