a tender girl plucking the tender flowers …
Sappho
and longingly I long and searchingly I search... …
As the sweet-apple reddens on the high branch, …
I asked myself …
I don't know where I go …
I myself in summer hours wove together flowers …
I think I cannot …
It’s no use …
To an army wife, in Sardis: …
Deathless Aphrodite of the spangled mind, …
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He seems to me equal to gods that man …
I don't know what to do …
Say what you like about Charaxos, …
ποικιλόθρον’ ἀθανάτ’ Ἀφρόδιτα, …
].έδαφο[ …
πῶς̣ κε δή τις οὐ θαμέω̣ς̣ ἄσαιτ̣ο, …
]frequently …
φάινεταί μοι κῆνος ἴσος θέοισιν …
οὐκ οἶδ᾿ ὄττι θέω· δύο μοι τὰ νοήμ⟨μ⟩ατα …
I …
Some say thronging cavalry, some say foot soldiers, …