FRAGMENTS
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I truly wish for death.
In her leaving she wept
Endless tears and said
"Oh how we are tortured,
Sappho, you must know I leave unwillingly"
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And my reply:
"Know joy, go on and remember,
Remember how we adore you.
Or if not, remember
The joyous beauty we shared,
Wreathed in violets,
With roses at your side,
Sweet dill around your throat,
Heavy scented oils
Anointing your sweet skin
And on a pillowy bed
Letting loose your sweetness
And how there was never shrine
Nor holy place ever erected for our loss
No garden
No ritual
No music"
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Mary Barnard
Julia Dubnoff
Danika Lorèn